had you run, they would have caught you
had you left, they would have found you
but you stayed, so hear how your story goes...
they placed you in a room full of strangers,
across from the crying woman
whose sun they said
you snuffed out that night.
this is their version of justice
someone must pay
black bodies look alike don't they?
if she could speak, that lady with the torch
she would sing the blues to sleep
southern trees bear a strange fruit
blood on the leaves
blood at the root...
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