Young Nomad

I want to know
What is my function
With such a lack of projection
I can't purchase a home

A battlefield without missile
It's a conflict about a glass ceilling

Nomad with a job
Lonely and lost like soul
I've got to find a real solution
Before my twenties turns me insane

I'm not a criminal
But I need a rope
To save myself from hell



Credits
Writer(s): Romain Bicrel
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