I was raised on a street with a saint and a sinner, Same pub, same prayers, same cold-cut dinner, Mam said oi, keep your shoes clean, World will judge you by the mud in between, So I smiled at the men in their paper crowns, Talking big bout the price of towns, But I seen kings beg at the bus stop light, With a pocket full of coins and a heart too tight They said be loud, be fast, be more, I said I have tea and a wooden contour, If success is noise I prefer the rain, It knows my name, it didn't change Proving your worth to the worthless, Paying pennies for the priceless, Selling sunsets for a quick yes, Trading gold for a likeness, Kissing mirrors just to feel seen, Calling debts all of your dreams, Buying love in a broke-down dress, Still rich in the way you breathe yes There’s a lad on the corner selling hope in lines, Says happiness comes if you pay in time, But time is a river that laughs at banks, You cannot own it, only your thanks, So I spend mine slow like holy wine, On late-night songs and borrowed rhymes, If I die broke with a full head of air, I will haunt the rich just to mess their share Proving your worth to the worthless, Paying pennies for the priceless, Selling sunsets for a quick yes, Trading gold for a likeness, Kissing mirrors just to feel seen, Calling debts all of your dreams, Buying love in a broke-down dress, Still rich in the way you breathe yes Let them count their shadows on polished cars, I’ll count freckles and falling stars, If the world is a stage for a plastic throne, I’ll be backstage laughing, finally home Proving your worth to the worthless, Paying pennies for the priceless, Selling sunsets for a quick yes, Trading gold for a likeness, Kissing mirrors just to feel seen, Calling debts all of your dreams, Buying love in a broke-down dress, Still rich in the way you breathe yes So keep your crown made of cardboard light, I’ll keep my voice and my quiet nights, If heaven’s poor I’ll fit in fine, I’ve been rich since the start of time
