Society doesn't like me? I do like Renaud I fuck her
What's the problem, where do I come from I have to bathe in the 16?
Then sink in the Seine or drool in the Seize
A fucking Yes-Yes who says amen to their bullshit
The words I weighed, I puffed out my chest, I wanted to say:
“I’m hurt”, they didn't pick me up, I must have been jabbering in Morse code
My opinion is the maquis in Corsica, the poetry of the poor
They say they speak clearly but I only hear the echo from the trunk
br/>All this so that their pouf wears the skin of the beast?
I can't see them, I come from the school where the eyelid is purple
My kids I want to get them out of this shit, but let them get chills
When they listen to their father rap on “Nothing to Lose”
Then my daughter draws me very skinny, darling it's the fragility of who ignores ease
The most beautiful poems are read in whispers, here is one from Dad
Fell for his ideas, pride in the heart at the Alamo
They endure what they live the cops in “Assault”
It raises fewer questions about the actions of Marcel Dégal
CHORUS:
Alamo, pride, resistance
We distance ourselves, cherish the existence
See you all in Trinidad and Tobago
But many fall to the ground because their heads are in the loot
Alamo, pride, resistance
We distance ourselves, cherish the existence
See you all in Trinidad and Tobago
But it loses its cool and rushes into the fagots
Difficult to guess the evil being behind a smile
L 'happiness can't be bought with a briefcase stuffed with money
I love my simple life, the sound in my system
I killed my past, please don't ask if I 'love
You don't marry an incarcerated ghost
Near the train of boredom, your heart has passed
Tearing me off the train tracks, deposited in a garden
br/>When I was going to destroy 2 sons of bitches with a concrete block
Never violent, always on my guard, I accidentally hurt you
Offspring of belsunce breakdown
My mother is born downstairs, 17 rue Ste Barbe and therefore
30 years after my first raps near rue longue
The impression that adolescence left me with: a waste of time
With dark circles of blood, I wanted us to be proud of when
I would go on stage with projects full of money
But shit! I stayed for a long time in the sectors where things hit hard
In the team, we all seem balanced
But everyone carries their shit, until death comes to deliver us
The prawn pushes the active ingredients to the surface
I had difficulty breathing, under sedative, they placed me
Then the paregoric elixir broke me
I made "Sol invictus" in depression, morale shattered
Here I am back, the filth under 2-turn locks
The bass? That's what's heavy with the sap of my hip hop
I don't know where I'm going but rap until late
I'm like James Dean, on the asphalt, driving her spider
I would break through their dam, I don't know where I stand
The truth they whipped her so hard that she no longer screams
J I don't expect her to show up all dressed up
MCs like FAF are such underestimated guys
I love rap like a high school student loves his first love
But so much d'Chippendales courted him
That I had to fight to demonstrate by A+B
That this bloated rap is worthless in the face of the scarred guy
I'm plotting my path with this weight on my shoulders
Without ever dwelling on the past success of the school

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