University of My Soul

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