An intellecutal tortoise racing with your bullet train.

You heard me in my tune when I just heard confusion.

Some people got high rises on their backs. I'm not broke but you can see the cracks. You can make me perfect again. All because of you I am.

Beneath the noise, below the din, I hear a voice, it's whispering, 'In science and in medicine, 'I was a stranger, you took me in.'