Strange Fruit Collab Verse

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

It's been aligned throughout our time, prophecized just like Ezekiel

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

The evil thinkin' proceeded even when they were freed

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

Bigots beat 'em, impede 'em, even insult with means so cheap

Like "Don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

Civil Rights are like Wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

I embrace these statements beyond the place of a plain voter

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

I am the gays who say that straights can straight blow them

I am the dame who breaks the face of her mate who became an ogre