This is a song about "The province of quebec"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

From the ontario province,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Cause america the terror of,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

And i can't help but notice

The things im most scared of

In the face of the outside.

It sends her on a trip so right

In the face of the outside.

You got to have your game tight

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>