Strange Fruit Songtext
von M9

Trapped in a death cycle
John Phoniks
Crime sirens and city lights
Where the snakes bite

She symbolized a butterfly walking with a heavenly tune
Affecting mentally so many legacies doomed
A menace in the womb
Unprotected sex he was concepted

Feeling neglected not knowing regret was the truth
Steps ahead into his youth frustrating observing his mental tune
Breaking jewels explaining to crews searching for wisdom too
Broke pocket prophets jobless leads to blockages
Hopscotch kids play with shots pop for these boxes
While Satan watches cases corrupted
Variants rage around my radius so
Brains get popped and nothing stops it
From light came disaster only after these masters
That harbored and fathered my art for carving sagas


Created in this chaos
Double agents as puppets for an orchestrated
Caper for the sweet fragrance of papers

I hear silent screams from neighbors

Youths on these pavements

It′s symbolic the last days could never be sacred

Enemies hating the ghetto is a faded shade of grey
Never seem to be amazed how many bullets spray and stray
While the elders stare engaged to space searching for such a place
Is paradise an illusion or portrayed as a game?
Holding onto empty faith with no such evidence placed
My vacation is within discover an oasis from sin
While many count on astronomical signs from Greek mythologies
I'm trying to educate my seed properly


What does it take to make you realize we′re killing each other?
My black brother from another mother
We're going under
How strong is your purpose if you live another man's word?
It takes a wise man to always overstand and observe
What does it take to make you realize we′re killing each other?
My black brother from another mother
We′re going under
How strong is your purpose if you live another man's word?
It takes a wise man to always overstand and observe

As the angels gaze down from the mystical clouds
Witches in white gowns and ritual sounds visions of torture
Wicked authors ministers flee forbidden borders
New order′s corporate slaughter from the war for the unfortunate
My thoughts observe forces orbiting project the force of him
With lawless men driven and hell is where the course is in
Masonic orders deceivers stitch a shackle from six meters
Peter's anemic bleeding for seeing death from what′s a screaming
Visualizing demons scheming blue sky reasons to nocturnal

Secretly illustrating pain on journals
Preserving verbals of hellacious tales

So many cursed legacies of early pregnancies and perseus spells
While snakes slither disguised in silhouette shells for self
Telling cold tales in staircases
Explaining how he left his face in the pavement
Retaliation from a sentence participation
Respect gaining from an escalation

Nothing greater than to see you in suits
A metal Persian blind urban youth with an urge to learn from his roots
Instead of being hurt from a womb preserved in a tomb
Your mother worked to further your school not serve on a tool
Observing convertible crews who find it hard to express
Knowing there's something wrong beyond being a product of stress

Where thugs lost respect barely puffing on cess
The dust on his chest searching for fresh buds a sucker for drugs

What does it take to make you realize we′re killing each other?
My black brother from another mother
We're going under
How strong is your purpose if you live another man's word?
It takes a wise man to always overstand and observe
What does it take to make you realize we′re killing each other?
My black brother from another mother
We′re going under
How strong is your purpose if you live another man's word?
It takes a wise man to always overstand and observe