Strange Fruit Video (MV)

We used to hang like strange fruit yeah
Strange fruit yeah
Strange fruit
I left you hanging like strange fruit
Strange fruit yeah
Strange fruit

And strange fruit taste bitter when you thought you could depend on niggas
We used to hang like black bodies and cuz the lynching you still my nigga but I gotta Move like I don't know forgiveness
Let you lay in my garden you ate the fruit that you know forbidden
Skin tinted, like melanin, thats how shit is getting
I was tryna build with you but you were in a competition
If you toted iron prolly you would've shot a nigga
Stuck in barrel and you tryna climb on top of niggas be
Could've linked together my goal was to lead together
Not being better than you, but being better
Stayed in the mud tilling my soil I see fruitful weather
Enjoying eating fruit of my labor I let the mice fight for cheddar
Would hate to see you running your mouth and taking credit
But character always surface when situations meet dead ends
I see where your head is and I know where I'm headed
So we keep on colliding cuz our vibration not tethered

We used to hang like strange fruit yeah
Strange fruit yeah
Strange fruit
(I know I'm better when I'm all on my own)
(I should've listened to my heart all along)
Strange fruit yeah
(I still got love but thats just not what I'm on)
Strange fruit yeah
(I hate to say it but I'm done holding on)
Strange fruit

With dead fruit hanging from trees of life we won't evolve
Bleed the same blood at the root
But you still holding on picking at low hanging fruit
Like it was protocol to play one side of stories and knowing you could've told it all
So bodies getting burned with the bridges
I left you hanging like lynchings
It's more to life than being poplar niggas
It's just not inside my flesh to stay and rot with you niggas who want me hanging me out To dry like hand washing and rinsing
I had trauma that I overcame
Life gave me sour fruit mama told me make lemonade
I know my purpose won't let my ego get in the way
Evolve my emotions because I don't wanna be a slave
I grew in perfect soil the way they tried to soil my name
They trade respect for attention playing a dangerous game
Blood on the leaves of which you try to hide behind for shade
Blood on them leaves and you lost
I hope you find your way
I hope you find your way