This is a song about "Journalizing in accounting"

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

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

For the one night stand

So rest in peace in my hand

Yeah, as i walk up to the alter

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

I get special attention

I get in where i fit in.

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win