It was once cool to light crosses, bring shotguns and mobs, as rotting strange fruit, dangled in the backyard And know its not cool to read books or know law, How deep is our hole, how low can we fall. We neglect our youth keep them veiled before truth, made lives with no substance, thoughts and speech so uncouth. We got tatted buffoons, our modern day coons you rock countless chains, they still look like a noose. Boost sales of caskets, ER lights flashing, overcrowd prisons bubbling like molasses. We got arms but don't see, how high we can reach, forced pray to the streets cuz God is the heat hiding like thieves in the night from life illusions of oasis making us look twice living in strife indulge greed, sin and vice but y'all can't hear me, over the sound of them dice. So I reach in this bag of trees, sparkling with orange hair as I come to accept the fact that life will never be fair this is how I escape from madness I feel we just going in circles, but, at least my mind states purple.