The branches of our history
Bare strange fruit
We were once hung
And died for truth
Now we are rotten
With no cause too boot
Pursuit of the dollar
Invites the breaking of laws
Justice system not offering
An opt-out-clause
We’ve lost respect for the past
In search of the present
Somehow can’t seem to remember a time
When life was pleasant
Heard we were slaves
Never saw one
Heard about King
But that’s been long done
The revolution wasn’t televised
So didn’t believe it existed
Too young to even know of the winners
That were black glove fisted
Heard of Malcolm
But no idea who he really was
Only interested in----
The hype, the flash, the buzz
And what about the rainbow coalition
Didn’t bother to listen
The bullet or the ballot
Their vote was missin’
And still I rise
All but forgotten
Because this era’s strange fruit
Is spoiled…..and rotten