Jazz fusioned with Rap, and you get this. Some lyrics are taken from the song "Strange Fruit" (1938) by Lewis Allan, I by no means claim these as my own but are mentioned more as a tribute. Vocalized by OleMaster. Guitarre Solo and Drums are by R-H.

I wanted to get the anti-racistic message behind the "Strange Fruit" continued, and some of my own sublime messages meshed into the song, see if you can find them...muahahahhahh...

Love is in the air
and so am I
As a gaseus form
I am the smell

Creeping up your nostrils
with your brain as a goal
I hunger for your soul

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, and blood on the roots
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging in the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the Gallant South
Bulging eyes and the twistid mouth
Scenth of Mangnolia, sweet and fresh
And then the sudden smell, of burning flesh

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