The Mourning (feat. Leek Mali)
Woke up this morning
Mourning, strange fruit
To the sound of black reign
To the sound of black reign
Feels like the news
Is always bout looting
And never 'bout nuses
Oh are we a nuisance
Our death amusing to you
Woke up this mourning
Had Trail Mix
Salted chocolate eyes
And strange fruit
With blood on the roots
(Root root)
Blood on the root
(Root root)
Blood on the root
My real eyes realize
Your white lies
Realize the price
Of a melamine demise
(Cha Ching cha Ching)
What do I do
(What do I do?)
Tried to peaceful
(So peaceful)
I'm losing my cool
I'm bout to shoot shit up
Was talking to God when I loaded that block
And then shit got popping
He didn't stop me
Oh
What have I done
What have I done
Aye moe
My melamine cost just about 350 a muthafuckin' gram
That's 35 times this dime I rolled up for me and my man
Now I ain't the type to politic about money trees and the means for Uncle Sam
But my tax revenues personified what odds it means to be a man
In America nuses and strings are a predator
Oppressing through the means of my character
And I'm trailing through the dreams of inheritors
You telling me that in my heritage
And yes & my hair it is plated
From an escape route
Destined for a North Star
At a safe house
Let me tell you story about a little boy
Originated in Chicago
He was murdered for what I know
At 14 never knew what could follow
A white lie
At least that's what the white lady decides
And when she was caught off guard by a black boy
It was strange fruit hanging another black life lost
And now we're 2020
And tell me ain't shit changed in 2020
And tell me ain't shit changed in 2020
And tell me ain't shit changed in 2020
Real life mutha'fuck what oppressors say, Child of God in Disguise
Issa resume
Was talking God
(You know who the fuck I was talking to moe)
Was talking to God
(Aye kill moe)
Lord please have mercy on me
(Have mercy on my muthafuckin' soul)
This Mourning is weighing heavy on me
(Child of God in Disguise)
I admit it
I admit it
Swear to God I fucking did it
Didn't mean it but I did
(But I did, and I'm telling you right now)
Swear to God it felt so good
(I'm feeling loose in this muthafucka')
Mourning, strange fruit
To the sound of black reign
To the sound of black reign
Feels like the news
Is always bout looting
And never 'bout nuses
Oh are we a nuisance
Our death amusing to you
Woke up this mourning
Had Trail Mix
Salted chocolate eyes
And strange fruit
With blood on the roots
(Root root)
Blood on the root
(Root root)
Blood on the root
My real eyes realize
Your white lies
Realize the price
Of a melamine demise
(Cha Ching cha Ching)
What do I do
(What do I do?)
Tried to peaceful
(So peaceful)
I'm losing my cool
I'm bout to shoot shit up
Was talking to God when I loaded that block
And then shit got popping
He didn't stop me
Oh
What have I done
What have I done
Aye moe
My melamine cost just about 350 a muthafuckin' gram
That's 35 times this dime I rolled up for me and my man
Now I ain't the type to politic about money trees and the means for Uncle Sam
But my tax revenues personified what odds it means to be a man
In America nuses and strings are a predator
Oppressing through the means of my character
And I'm trailing through the dreams of inheritors
You telling me that in my heritage
And yes & my hair it is plated
From an escape route
Destined for a North Star
At a safe house
Let me tell you story about a little boy
Originated in Chicago
He was murdered for what I know
At 14 never knew what could follow
A white lie
At least that's what the white lady decides
And when she was caught off guard by a black boy
It was strange fruit hanging another black life lost
And now we're 2020
And tell me ain't shit changed in 2020
And tell me ain't shit changed in 2020
And tell me ain't shit changed in 2020
Real life mutha'fuck what oppressors say, Child of God in Disguise
Issa resume
Was talking God
(You know who the fuck I was talking to moe)
Was talking to God
(Aye kill moe)
Lord please have mercy on me
(Have mercy on my muthafuckin' soul)
This Mourning is weighing heavy on me
(Child of God in Disguise)
I admit it
I admit it
Swear to God I fucking did it
Didn't mean it but I did
(But I did, and I'm telling you right now)
Swear to God it felt so good
(I'm feeling loose in this muthafucka')
Credits
Writer(s): Tadiwanashe Machekano
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