[** feat. Aayité:]
[Aayité:]
I live where bad chapters continue to increase*
Where everyone must carry their cross
[The Makizar: ]
I live on a floor of gold and diamond covered
Or even with my eyes open
The State plunders us and leaves our accounts overdrawn
A world where the value of man is counted in greenbacks
Or even human rights are riddled with revolver shots
I live in a world where the shadow is the navel of the world
A world where darkness has confused the hearts of men under the rubble
A world where the seconds are numbered in the number of these graves
A world where misery also gravitates under a blazing sun
I I could write you some lines, make a book out of my misery
May heaven deliver us because we are far from being able to be born free
We pray that life will remain strong and solid
Barely out of the womb of our mothers when our destinies deviate
Here is where I live, conceived in the disgust of living
We toil 24 a week if only for a mouthful of rice.. .
[Chorus (2x): ~Aayité, Lex & Le Makizar~]
I live where bad chapters continue to increase
Where death appears under the blows of the index
Where everyone must carry their cross
And to understand this life you will surely need more than a text
[Lex:]
I live in an aquarium
Where fish have memories too short to wonder what the rhyme is
This confinement, this hell, moments of lucidity too rare, we are swimming in our shit
The lack of space does not will not only lead to spasms
We eat each other because waiting for food is too long
We are content with this murky water because we revel in our role
Happy as soon as a little bit of fruit grows algae, the only hiding place since we are spied on wherever we go
We would need 50 liters each to live, yet they are piling us up
The other day I saw an entire family alive in a cup
They take advantage of the holidays to hasten our death
Let the corpses rot so that we filter with our bodies
Note that we hit rock bottom so often that we forget the surface
Here everything is overrated, a few stones won't stop us from breaking out in a cold sweat
We organize ourselves into a clan according to our shades, and share not only our stripes but also our fears
Some pulled their heads out of the water, their heads held high
Trying to make people understand that here everything is in a tailspin but there is a lack of skin
It was April, bad weather for the revolt
br/>Considered a poison by Man who strives to drown the fish
[Chorus (4x): :Aayité, Lex & Le Makizar:]
I live where bad chapters do not cease to increase
Where death appears under the blows of the index finger
There where everyone must carry their cross
And to understand this life it will surely take more than one text

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