riz Dans le rouage, digue ou font naufrage leurs exquis Plein de peur, l'inconnu qui derange s'extirpant doucement de la fange Pas prevu au depart, chaque reussite a sa place dans un Strange
phenom, nothin but a g thang Things I've seen when I'm looking out of these frames Pictures I painted on the walls where we hang From the trees we hung Strange fruit
Porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie Vanilla soup, a double scoop please No, maybe I want, maybe I won't, maybe I will The tutti fruit With fruity
at the gate and scratch The gaunt fruit of passion Dies in the light Stranger than kindness Your sleeping hands journey The loiter Stranger than kindness
I have no mouth AND I MUST SCREAM ! Whate we are You too will become Liberated children Of a bloody-hungry god Sedition ! They used to HANG women like me, Strange fruit
I not a woman and a sister History sends us such strange messengers They come down through time To embrace to enrage And in their arms even stranger fruit
frank yea oh Keeps it clean. a keeps it copaseptic A little boys and girls their heads are all collected. A not crazy. a per se Just a little strange
Trace of regret Hard to remember Hard to forget Something uncovered Something unsaid Strangely repeated long ago dead Hard to remember Hard to forget Strangers
See the pretty apple, top of the tree, The higher up, the sweeter it grows. Picking fruit you've got to be Up on your toes! See the pretty penthouse,
As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange But when the color goes out of my eyes its
niggas is bitin my hot hats And followed my drum pattern, but I done that It's time to change, get more deranged Feels more strange (doooodooooo) Follow
sideways Laughing in my face Here within my troubled sleep There?s such a lonely place Running fast but never moving I can?t get away Strange but realistic
Stinkbox, order from pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk Talk strange like B-jork
Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the
Strange Fruit by Lewis Allen, Sonny White Seven trees Bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves And blood at the roots Black bodies Swinging in the