I started by blowing into a shitty microphone
That I had bought at the local cash
Poems in cigarette paper
Since then, I've come a long way

I started by blowing into a shitty microphone
That I had bought at the local cash
Poems in cigarette paper
Since then, I've come a long way

Me, I managed without others
Yeah, I went far
Yeah, I left, left
But I'm still a local guy

I'll be saved by my words
I think they fall from the sky
Without them
I'd be stuck in a part-time job

In a space, empty like space
I never knew what they called hope
Unless it's praying, praying when everything goes wrong
And that it won't change (shit)

(I write, I write poems on cigarette paper
I write, I write poems on cigarette paper
I've come a long way
Cigarette paper
Cigarette paper)

I write poems on cigarette paper
I write poems on cigarette paper

I climb the stairs 3 by 3
Just to gain altitude, I shoot
At cans and watch time fly by
I'm on the doormat of the city
The social elevator smells like piss, I burn
From the inside because all roads lead to asphalt
And me, I was born in asphalt
And I'm going to die in asphalt, shit
I take advantage of a little ray of sunshine
Between 2 tunnels, I wanted to escape
Just for a lifetime
Or just for a drink
Strangely, I feel less cowardly than yesterday

(I write, I write poems on cigarette paper
I write, I write poems on cigarette paper
I've come a long way
Cigarette paper
Cigarette paper
Cigarette paper)

I write poems on cigarette paper
I write poems on cigarette paper
(I've come a long way
Cigarette paper)

I write poems on cigarette paper
I write, I write poems on cigarette paper
I write poems on cigarette paper

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