I'm out of fashion because I don't talk about drugs I go out very little, I don't go to Troy I'm out of fashion because I only eat soy I always dress in black, I don't follow fashion I'm out of the chorus because I see and I don't believe I only post on social media when I'm drinking I walk, safely hidden in the dark Where I feel safer I promise you Only the black man, who came from afar Who walks in the evening with the ghost in his hand I'm a real man, but I'm a strange guy With the black tank top, the bottle in his hand