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...