Their is strange fruit hangin' from the branches.
Brown skin covered with maggots and lashes.
Strung up high the reciprecal of saggin.
We are a fruit saturated with passion.
Some of the most beautiful people God could imagine.
Chains once made of steel are now platinum.
They find any way to bondage us no need to ask 'em.
Our breed is practically illegal thats why they trafficed us.
So when we get pulled over they for back-up.....




Racism is a strong subject to address without getting angry. So I apoligize for the shortness of the my poem but I intend to finish it. I just want to point out that when there is only one race, the human race.