Strang3 Fr00t (Interlude)

[Intro: Howie D (B-Baz)] Ayo, B-Baz! Word on the street is you could spit some of that poetry, dog! (Yeah, I got a couple things I been workin' on, you know) I mean, you tryna let me hear some? (Yeah, sure Um, I got this one I like to call "STRANG3 FR00T" You know that old Billie Holiday song?) Yup, yup (A'ight, check it out, check it out right quick) [Verse One: B-Baz] I see strange fruit When I look to the trees The blood on the leaves Has dropped from the deceased No Jiminy But Gepetto's on the strings As Pinnochio conducts the piece "Let Freedom Ring" I see strange fruit When I look in the streets Diallo and Bell Lay dead at my feet Danger in my reflection Fear beneath my sheets Yet somehow I find The courage to sleep I see strange fruit When I look at the screen Young Martin's life was taken At a tender seventeen An unarmed minor? Killed in self-defense? Are we really that dense? I see strange fruit When I look at me Societal fears Claimed the lives of three If seventeen is a menace to society At a mere twenty-one, then tell me: What am I to thee? I see strange fruit When I look to the trees The blood on the leaves Has dropped from the deceased No Jiminy But Gepetto's on the strings As Pinnochio conducts the piece "Let Freedom Ring" [Outro: Howie D (B-Baz)] Yo dog, that was crazy! I ain't even know you had it like that! (Yo, thanks fam! You really like it?) I really, really do. As a matter of fact I'm tryna spit somethin' to you if that's a'ight? (Oh yeah, that's good!) Lemme get my boy Will. Yo, Will! Yo, Will, come over here!