Lyrics:

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