I NEED TO WRITE, I HAVE TO WRITE

FOR THE LIFE OF ME..

MY MOTHER TOLD ME I HAVE A STORY TO TELL

BUT WHERE DO I START?

SEEMS LIKE LATELY, I'VE LOST MY FOCUS

OR MAYBE WRTING WAS NEVER MY TALENT?

STRANGE FRUIT

SOMETHING LIKE A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

VERY SCARCE TO COME BY

OFTEN THE QUIETEST IN A ROOM BUT

I AM MAGNET TO YOUR ATTENTION,

YOU WANT TO KNOW THE DEPTH OF MY ROOTS,

WHY THE SUN SHINES IN MY EYES,

AND HOW MANY SEEDS IT TAKES TO MAKE ME BLOSSOM

STRANGE FRUIT

I AM THE FLOWER THAT GREW WHERE THE SUN CLOSED ITS EYES

THE FORCAST NEVER CHANGED ON MY END OF THE GARDEN.

THE CLOUDS SPIT DOWN AT ME, DISAPPROVING MY GROWTH

BUT I FOUGHT AGAINST THE ODDS

ALLOWING MY PEDALS TO BLOSSOM

THE AIR GAVE ME CPR, AN APPROVAL AGAINST THE CLOUDS

STRANGE FRUIT

I GREW UP ON THE CORNER EAST OF THE WESTERN SIDE OF AFRICA

MY JUNGLE WAS MY CASTLE

AND I AM THE DAISY IN ITS VALLEY

FORCING YOU TO REACH DOWN TO GAZE AT MY BEAUTY

I AM NOTHING YOU'VE EVER SEEN

BUT YET, I AM FAMILIAR MEMORY

STRANGE FRUIT

YOU CAN'T NAME ME, I AM ALL SORTS OF STRANGE

CAUSING YOU TO QUESTION YOUR SANITY

I FOUGHT THE EARTH TO MAKE MY WAY THROUGH MY MOTHERS SOIL

AND I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF BLENDING IN

IF YOU DON'T RECGONIZE ME, I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO

I AM THE EPITOME ORIGINALITY

STRANGE FRUIT

MY MOTHER TOLD ME I HAVE A STORY TO TELL

SO I PUT PUT PEN TO PAPER AND I WRITE MY STORIES