At the moment, I don't know what they see in me
If I can see love in a red pupil
I'm not going to find my way in a cloudy whiskey, by the way (by the way)
It's me, the little one who talks in his head
Who's going to smoke on the roof of the college to try to check out comets
I'm going to try to be honest, I'm going to lose brothers
We made promises to each other, we made blood stains
Since we just met to scratch cigarettes in Tourcoing center
There, the wind is turning
There are photos that are yellowing, smiles with them
Happiness in condition, grayness in farm
Time that you bounce back, but you have to deal with it
At first, we were young, full of dreams of Malaga
We just wanted to get into the parties
She wants caviar, I'm in the tarama
So she can stop making holes in my head
I'm regaining my confidence (ah well, yeah)
I give you my word that we're going to do it
At the moment, I have three voices in my head
Who sing about heaven and hell

Pour me another glass so I can look back, please
I'm afraid of emptiness, I'm afraid of winning, I think deep down, I'm screwed
Light up a joint, I put in one or two (ah well, yeah)
The journey says a lot, it will only be worse or better

I think we're fucked up
I'm looking at the door at six o'clock
I'm afraid of the knock-knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
It tightens the belt and the handcuffs in the block, block, blo-block
The little one who talks in my head, he's not alone anymore
Before, he sang, now, I only hear
Po, po po po po po, po po po po pop
Before, he sang, now, I only hear
Po, po po po po po, po po po po po, po po po po pop

Lifted at six o'clock by the butt of a Maglite (don't move, don't move)
The mean cop, he offers you a slap, and the nice one, a Marlboro Light
We know their parades, we know their vices, so, in the jails, shut your mouth
I've brushed with death several times, so, I think about it when I close my eyes
I'm in elementary school, I want to listen to the teacher
But I'm disturbed by the noise of the batons
The noise of the akha of all those who work
So don't blame me if I drop out early
And I'm like the rock, solid but worn by a few drops of blood
Highway of life taken in the wrong direction
Every day, I reduce the distance to death (huh)
The little one in my head tells me "kill them"
The old man from the neighborhood tells me to surrender (no)
I loaded a gun and backed off and ended up one bloody evening
From the convict's ball to the electronic bracelet
Soon in the block, we create algorithms
The little one in my head wants to rap
And to learn to write, he listens to Lunatic

Pour me another glass so I can look back, please
I'm afraid of emptiness, I'm afraid of winning, I think deep down, I'm screwed
Light up a joint, I put in one or two (ah well, yeah)
The journey says a lot, it will only be worse or better

I think we're fucked up
I'm looking at the door at six o'clock
I'm afraid of the knock-knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
It tightens the belt and the handcuffs in the block, block, blo-block
The little one who talks in my head, he's not alone anymore
Before, he sang, now, I only hear
Po, po po po po po, po po po po pop
Before, he sang, now, I only hear
Po, po po po po po, po po po po po, po po po po pop

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