When the sun goes down
And ain't no light on that side
You better run You better run
When the stars come out
And ain't no light on that side
You better run
You better run
Strange fruit hanging
Blood on the leaves
Dirt on my hands
Blood on my sleeves
Doors won't open
Mud on the keys
I'm tired of praying
Blood on my knees
Can't imagine the trauma seeing Blood on ya seed
At the burial grounds shoveling mud on ya seed
Channel 2 News showing all ya bad deeds
Strange fruit hanging it's from all the bad seeds
Deprived of the water
Deprived of the sun
Deprived of the land
Deprived of the gun
Deprived of ya rights
Deprived of ya fun
When it get dark on this side betta run
When the sun goes down
And ain't no light on that side
You better run You better run
When the stars come out
And ain't no light on that side
You better run
You better run
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