Lyrics:
sun
A song in the blood of the white bull
Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants
Way down is the stony sea shore
It takes 4 full beats to fall
She was older than a white bird
Poplar thin and tall
Pa don’t talk about her
Paul
fruit hanging
Dangling from the poplar tree
White black brown
I got no prejudice
But when it comes to
Nights like this
I know I'll never miss
Im watching
Sleep
A pillow of cold rocks
A tight wooden box
A firm earthen bed
Dead child dead
A mouthful of sand
Tiny white hands
A young poplar root
Grasp my
The dark skies and poplar trees, like white clay on tapestry, shows off their majesty as they bow and breathe in the southern wind.
But the days
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong with the white man
Mandela long gone king
What's wrong
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies,
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies,
We got a history of peoples shedded blood with no justice.
& Strange fruit in poplar trees while others was puppets.
White babies suckin tits
She is watching by the poplars
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes
She is watching and longing and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies
And a song
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies,
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies,
She is watching by the poplars
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies
Yeah
Yeah
Friday night I'm on Poplar Street posted on the block
Hustlin' on an empty stomach, in my pocket, got a knot
Quarter in the bushes,
Your little hand upon my shoulder
Now go to sleep
The elms and the poplars
Were turning their backs
Past the rumbling station
We followed the tracks
We
The poplar trees are now populous
And not just in the south
Now fear has cloaked compassion
We must join forces and speak out
We may not see
me, a caterpillar
I can look him in his eyes and tell that he is not a killer
niggas know we knock shit out the socket off of Poplar Level
Oxy' help
cry
And try to keep
Your little head upon my shoulder
Now go to sleep
Well the elms and the poplars
Were al turning their backs
Past
loud and clear today
We’ve travelled so far: oh brother we’ve come a long, long way
No strange fruit hanging from the Poplar trees
No black bodies
a chemist
Stat a limitations
I can't speak on much
I'm a poplar tree
That's never been touched
No longer giving doves
Only about my dub
You Want my attention
the sea to strange fruit on the poplar trees
Now we proper and ghetto in the states
Pep the missing word United
Of course we not peace and harmony we still
Welcome to the village where my river runs Nia Long
High ceilings, bong ripping, white feelings
Technicians, hype dealings
I cracked my window seal in
educated black male
Return that to sender im a nigga you can't blackmail
I got sent to private schoolfor trying to fuck them white girls
I knew I was colored
scared of knowledge
Taking note like a samba, 'magination going Wonka
See that fox news be the poplar, shaking faith like maraca
Taking off, Mary Poppins,
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