Strange Fruit - Danja Mowf

[Featuring Shawn Chapelle] 
Chorus: Shawn Chapelle 
Southern trees  bare us strange fruit 
Blood on the leaves  blood at the roots 
Black bodies swingin  in the Southern breeze 
All that strange fruit hangin... hangin from the trees 
Verse One: Danja Mowf 
Check it out  here's a story that's true (aight) 
They had me locked up  for this crime I didn't do 
This white girl identified me  as a rapist 
Had me wishin I was Harry Houdini, the great escapist 
But wait it's, more check it out the plot thickens (aight) 
Cause Shorty started tellin more tales than Charles Dickens 
She said I kidnapped her, trapped her, slapped her 
then after, I tapped her, I fled through the pasture 
NAH, not me cuz, knew I'd get acquitted 
But seemed every white face in town knew I did it 
or done it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figures 
bearin triggers screaming, "Kill that nigger!" 
I'm gettin nervous just a little concerned 
cause in the South where I'm from niggaz will get burned 
Cause them whitey's on some next shit -- some hang you by your neck 
shit 
Oh well, I'm in jail man; I figure I'm protected (right..) 
Chorus 
Verse Two: Danja Mowf 
Yeah, should have expected not to trust the police 
Them cops ain't even yell "Freeze!" they just gave the mob the keys 
(uh) 
They beat me like I stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a stickup 
Tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the bumper 
of a pickup, truck, now I'm gettin shucked like corn 
Bein drug through the town, face down 
to the gravel, my clothes and skin unravel 
I guess I'm guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavel 
They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists 
When I beg and I plead I can't take i