Newspapers...
I use them as blankets
I made audacity my roof
Me, the pauper
Need no paper
No authors
I proclaim!
I'm the poet!
The opposer!
The magician!
The politician!
Good ideas come out in limited edition
So listen
This is a testimony
We're running out of light, right?
We're running out of days, huh?
Running into darkness
Ruins!
Libraries are shutting down
Schools are burning down
Our leaders must fall down
and let the women wear the crown
Let them take over
From the underground
To the streets, to the churches
From the cities to the deserts
To the parliaments!
Don't you judge me, just give me a coin
You need this education, boy
Straight from the university
of my soul