This is a Billie Holiday song called "Strange Fruit". It's an amazing song so if you get the chance please listen to it! It's about lynching. Here are the lyrics:

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Sun gently burns my skin as I walk down the street

Surrounded by art, I wish I had more money.

Stepping inside, the smell of used books kindly welcomes me

I eagerly await my escape into alternate realities.

Insomnia, keeping me up all night, all day

Tossing and turning, wishing the world would fade away

Staring at the ceiling, my stomach grumbling

The lack of sleep always seems to make me hungry.

Dark, early, Tuesday morning, my alram clock sounds.

Wind whistles, blowing tree branches against my window.

Opening my blinds, I expect to be blinded by morning light.

But instead I am greeted by rain and clouds.

Everyday is the same routine

Wake, work, sleep.

Nothing new, nothing different

Nothing stands out in this mechanical world.

Death, murder, rape, hate

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