This is a song about "In the clous"

No wonder why when times get hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

The pain stains the brain with delays in

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

I'll never call you bitch again

The realist in the game

In the foreground while i'm in the

Our nation have to bow, africa

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

It's a -- situation

Knocked out in the lunch in

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe