Strange Fruitvale

[Verse 1: SciryL]
Sing to me like my mama used ta
Smoke rings, purple haze during Kama Sutra. Huh
Show me karma’s hoe, garden grows
Martin Luther walking through Coretta Scott halls
Lockjaws on the bongs and hookahs, call it “solar”
Call it “lunar.” I’m talking present, I’m talking future
Huh, Ahmadullahs, like “Al-ḥamdu lil-lāh”
God is precious, God is ruthless. Hmm
But fuck if we don’t love what God produces
Hmm, yeah. I meditated and
I talked to Buddhist, talked to fathers who held guns
And fought intruders without shooting, hmm, without
Doing what they thought was right ‘cause they had talked
To an exalted Christ. You see my pain like my mama does
Virgin Mary welling eyes of blood
To my eyes, that’s what the chronic does. Bloody Mary wading
Vodka floods and cry for me like my mama does
Am I in love or am I high on drugs?

[Verse 2: !LLumiN@TE]
Uh, it’s like I’m working on the railroad
Why I’m working so hard? Man, who the hell knows?
When Hell froze over, Devil dancing
On a cold shoulder. The bell tolls for your soul, soldier
(Soldier) Polar Bears play at Soldier Field
Carve names in the wall just so you know it’s real
A golden shield ain’t a badge of honor
Take a drag of the marijuana—it’s transparent
Strange fruit is hung dry and transplanted
The translation is transatlantic, it ain’t Hispanic
Hack the planet, let a planetear drop
Captain Planet taste the iodine out of Gaia’s eyes
I asked the universe if I’m alive
It said, “Yeah, just try hard not to die inside”
I’ve arrived at my destination
ManKind rides for reparations—all aboard
(All aboard) God, body, and mind, so call us, Lord
My mental penmanship will make you fall on your sword
Mighty Morphin Zord of the microphone cord
You could never turn my microphone off