Lying on a bed in the room
Of my childhood, between four walls
I let all my dreams flow
And they're huge, so pure
Sound in my veins and words in my hands
I turn my pain into hooks
I forget I'm hungry
But the stage is far away
How to stop? Starting's a good start
Crossing from unknown lands to familiar ground
How to stop? Starting's a good start
Crossing from unknown lands to familiar ground
Which way? I don't know where to go
I don't know where to start
I got no well-placed friends
The first time I heard that famous one
I knew my life would revolve around that
I don't know what it's called but I gotta move my head
I gotta find the recipe
I wanted to meet Michael, I wanted to do everything for the check
Don't talk to me about it
I don't know if you remember
Back then I didn't see the cash coming, just memories
I gave everything, never quit
But people were different
In my pocket I barely had ten francs
They said I had a little talent
I didn't believe it, of course
Not too crazy as a teen, I drink
Sitting on a bench listening to the Fugees, Lauryn Hill's flows
I walk through the city, sadly the ground doesn't light up like in Billie Jean
My life's a f*cking movie, now I know I've got something extra
I'm my father's son, Black warrior
Truth is you're not in my league
I'm still on my road, maybe we'll cross paths
Shout-out to those who thought I'd stay arms crossed
How to stop? Starting's a good start
Crossing from unknown lands to familiar ground
How to stop? Starting's a good start
Crossing from unknown lands to familiar ground
Which way? I don't know where to go
I don't know where to start
I've got no well-placed friends