Fruit Bearing Tree Lyrics

This is a story of a young girl and what transpired

She sang songs of melancholy, gazing into his dark eyes

Revisiting trauma from her archives, she seen his four-five

Tucked in his back, scheming a way out the soul ties

She don't want to disassociate and go blind

That's some of the knowledge she received in the stories of crimes they let fly

And the fear of bearing a burden is stronger than her wanting to die

She's usually asked, how do you get yours? How do you get by?

And she replies sex ain't the only source of income we got

We strive, we look for ways out

This life of sin before we senile

Before one of these niggas get to putting holes in me now

Bury me or say I OD'd

A fatherless child

Yes indeed, fatherless was she

Marijuana, weed was her remedy, smoking under branches among the fallen Autumn leaves seeking tranquility, peace

Though often sneezes cause the male trees are without the female to plant their pollen seed

In this Summer heat, above are bee colonies

Like college, buzzing all the balls, trying new cocktails, she could hardly breathe

But isn't this a redemption arc

We must innerstand that we must recall the tragic memories that we're hardly free, from

We could hardly see what others thought we would make out to be another sad tragedy

Her name was Sonya Massey

So what options does she have if the ones who protect are head tapping

Fast forward and they're laughing

The fear ain't wear off, it's pure madness, pure savage

To up that weapon, shordy you seen what happened

Let this be a lesson that you are walking black magic and your fabric just exudes static

They will hate you, but they will want to be you

They will label you unfit for the truth

And to not allow you to establish happiness from the fruit

Bore from trees that were missing from the land that you knew

Newly renovated, gentrified new roots

This monopoly must burn if you want world peace to be true

And you must do your shadow work in order to grow, to improve

You prove to yourself that you are better than all the dick that you abuse

Too loose, tighten up, you gotta get back to your roots

And this generational trauma won't have to catch up to you