I hear the door slam, like every night, I can't sleep
It's a quarter past 2, what can this kid be doing outside this late
I would never have thought I was worried like that
Talk to him? I don't think so! he's tough like that
Tense meals, for 1 year he's been taunting me
Showing gratuitous intolerance, stupidly he's laughing
When the topics overflow, and the discussion becomes heated
Around us, faces close, when the words hit
Bounce off the walls of incomprehension ©hension, eagerly
Abridged from the short life of a kid who grew up too quickly
Like these cardboard butts that I sometimes found
The smell on the sweaters, and burn holes on the tracksuit
I react curtly, he seems to understand cum
And his friends come to pick him up, loud music in doubt
I look out the window, they don't seem too fuss
But and the others parents must say the same thing about my son, gross
Yesterday I learned that he slept in the back of the bus every morning
Instead of 'going from terminus to terminus
What is he going to do? the future is up in the air
Get up, after you go to bed, watch Canal?
That's not life, want to hold him in the arm
Tell him how much I love him, tell him how much he means to me
Each of his looks; a knife in the liver
But he's my son, and nothing and no one will take him away from me
You're pathetic, look at him, BAC, Terminale
You I'm just known to the Bac and their terminal
It's always the same remarks
It's clear that it doesn't work in my Air Max
He's freaking out because I'm tightening the mask
Thursday 11 a.m. the police came to get him
He wasn't there, you're thinking right there Summer, I don't even see him
I hope he doesn't steal, he always had what he needed
But I know, it's a generation of superfluous
Life super blurry, I won't get over it if I go see him in the hospital
Half dead , lying on a drip
Lies, vice and subterfuges, I had to get used to it
Daily worry
Vile solitude, calling on God and his Mansuetude
Make him raise his head and finish his studies instead of this
I found some soaked cotton Blood, bottles of alcohol
Bandages and a mess in the storage
The adjutant was talking about seriously injured, I listened to him myself Even more
To hell with him, and the other guy fuck him and his rap
So many moments of redemption to pray on your knees
J 'understood that the time had come to pay
Storm in an hourglass today time escapes me
Even in my memories, the beautiful years
From childhood the little one escapes
And what pains and worries are left for me
Wait patiently until 'death strikes with his scythe, if
It's not life, want to hug him
Tell him how much I love him, tell him how much he means to me
Each of his looks, a knife in the liver
But he's my son, and nothing and no one will take him away from me
You're pathetic, look at him, BAC, Terminale
You just knew the Bac and their terminal
It's always the same remarks
It's clear that He can't walk in my Air Max
He's freaking out because I'm tightening the mask

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