Shurik'n:
The walls, the night, the unsafe nights, the checks and the blunders
The stolen crates, stolen prunes, say goodbye to the future
Don't show it or we'll take it from you under torture
Your emotions either, it can become an opening
A hollow stomach sure sucks but that doesn't excuse all the
Inhuman things that 'we say we do but that poverty commits
Whiskey in bulk, fat of popo and sweet awakening to the ram
Clothes, brands, money, weapons, it's marble or the trial
Pigmentation, other cultures, some see a danger
Different religions but that's not what stops you from loving
Forget dreams and passions, there is no room in horizon
There has never been happiness anywhere other than cash and mink
It's 2007, throw out your shit, fashion is in line
Save your values u200bu200bfor the day when the angels will beckon to you
Don't look for your place in the sun, there are too many clouds down here
Loto, bingo, keno, trifecta, it's a dream but alas...
The clubs, the girls, the girls, the table, the whiskey and the field
The dice, the cards, put the future in the hands of luck
It's beautiful taffer, tinsel metal marked in the skin
The good advice, the friends have disappeared, their nose is in the c o k e
Life, the night, the night, the city, the shelter is under the brick
The block, the shit, the spot , chic under pressure from the cudgel
In the middle of January suddenly the classes are over
It ends with Molotovs after a looting at ED
In the wall it's a another brick
Another way of living, a sad note, you note son
Take pride and play the role of the Chosen One
Guys fear each other and seal the bars themselves from their cells
The school, the benches, the benches, the glues come running, the grown-ups stick them
The classes are messing around, the days pass, torn by alcohol,
A suddenly it sticks, suddenly it grows and everyone dreams of your place,
You have the red dot and the sniper is hidden in the crowd
The street, the benches, the benches, the street, the cops, shouting, the station
It laughs, it hits, it denies, it growls it gives who are the friends
The data changes and we see the values u200bu200bgoing down
Here the crisis and the laziness, wrong the coat of arms of the fuck
Money, the nothing, the nothing, the money, the hoods at the post office
The places, the facts, the proofs burn you like the fang in Lacoste
And in the jails the plans, the teams raise your ambition
The path, the road, back and forth between the room and the prison
The drugs, the ass, the ass, the schnouf, the cards and the jewels
Dirty habit: letting go of the money to scratch two kisses
Read the daily danger with your ass on the firebrands
The wages of fear a pouf took it in 100 mink
Shurik'n:
You don't have the right complexion, it doesn't look good in a box,
You don't have the name no no more kebab and shack evening,
Not the right source so you don't have the right to the apartment
Not much luck and from the start, everything has to go
Subway, work, shitty job, guys hanging from the neck
Forgetting, the hero, the ecstasy, the bottom, the hunger, the cold of the fridge
The diam, the chrome, the reputation: one more place in the vault
A brick, a cage, a trap, a trap door, one more guy in the panel
In the wall it's another brick
A another way of living, a sad note, you note son
Take pride and play the role of the Chosen One
Guys fear each other and seal the bars of their cells themselves
In the wall it's another brick
Another way of living, a sad note, you note son
Take pride and play the role of the Chosen One
Guys fear each other and seal the bars of their cells themselves

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