Evil Seeds

Blood of a slave
Heart of a king
Soul of a man
Black ameri-african
New America
Mass Hysteria
Guns all in my area
Who’s a carrier
You pray for world peace
So childish
Even King got shot
He was preaching non-Violence
Malcom X got shot
Big Got shot
Pac got popped
X Got rocked
The shit will never stop
That’s why they hug the block
Even though it never loved them
We forever banging
Like strange fruit
We hanging
A niggas dream is to get him some fame
Get in the game
Grab him a whip
Cop him a chain
Cop blew out his brain
It looked like strange fruit
T.V said go and get you a gun
Go play with toy guns
We played with toy guns
Now they real guns
Real niggas don’t run
While you still young
While you still young
Pop a pill
Dump
While its still fun
Load it up and kill one
If you real son
Really real son
Let me know its real
Take the beef
Throw it on the grill
Show em how you feel
Like strange fruit
Evil deeds
Evil deeds
Reap what you sow
From evil seeds
Evil seeds
Turn in to strange fruit