In Honor of Trey Reeds

From the Loblolly he swang high

he w’ant meant to be there

he w’ant meant to die

From the Loblolly dripped his hair

Trey bled red, red, red

From the Loblolly swings, strange fruit

At the Loblolly, he was found dead

At the Loblolly, blood were drippin down the root

Were he meant to die that day?

They say nothing foul were there to be found

What do you say?

I hear 12 sound

I hear his name bleed

Trey Reeds