This is a song about "Strange music prison"

Caught up inside this mental prison

I told him get his 9 and run

Short days, long nights

The world seems strange at times

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

I may be strange, and a little different

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

And wonder how we ever came to this

Lubbed up in prison with rapists

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live