Verse 1 Mama set a pie on the table, sweet fruit spillin’ down the side. But outside the yard was crowded, watchin’ another brother die. Verse 2 I was just a boy with a fork in my hand, chewin’ while the rope pulled tight. They said it was “justice” back then, but I knew it wasn’t right. Chorus Blueberry pie, same night they die, sweet don’t wash out the smoke in the sky. History burns but they still deny, tell me why the hangin’s never said goodbye. Verse 3 Now I walk through streets in the present, cameras catch it, screens glowin’ red. Different year, but the same old story, another man shot down instead. Bridge (slow, heavy) We know the past, we seen the rope. Still they preach hate, still they choke hope. Why we keep feedin’ that poison lie, when the tree’s still standin’, branches don’t die? Chorus Blueberry pie, same night they die, sweet don’t wash out the smoke in the sky. History burns but they still deny, tell me why the hangin’s never said goodbye. Outro (dark guitar bending, wailing like grief) Pie on the plate, blood on the ground, voices of ghosts still hangin’ around. World keeps leanin’ on the same old lie, I taste the truth in blueberry pie.
