I wanna talk to da ol’ lady nobody wan’ talk to:
I wanna understand her dreams
I wanna understand her pain
I wanna understand her losses
I wanna understand her gains
I wan’ have a talk wit’ her
She ain’t talked since dat tree was cut down in her front yard
Strange fruit hung on dat tree...
A fruit dat she bore but couldn’t save
A fruit dat she grew— buried in grave
I wan’ have a talk wit’ her
Cuz whose talkin ‘bout our babies when dey being killed?
Whose hurtin’ our own when we should heal?
Less talk
Let's talk...
