We love to dance with death, we are selfish
Fantasies and drug use, emotional brains
My thoughts shoot and destroy me, nothing is methodical
My fucking grey cells are my prison, and let's say
That I have my little jerk posture, real guy from the hood
Even if I remain a ghost for Max Do's pirates
I have a lot of disillusionment, I write my anger, I turn the pages
Think of the paranoid friends, the guys behind bars
Two-three rhymes under the jacket, a flash in the North Face
It's not gospel but for the lost kids who take big sentences
Go through the halls where I hung out at night
You will see violence, suffering, excessive alcohol
To calm me down, I walk in Paris, I think back to the Noctilien
Drunk with my friends or when this boss took me for his little dog
Despite this I thought we were living well, that we had fewer problems
You talk, some walk with an ice pick stuck to their abdomens
Since a young age it stinks of hatred, today I love the hood
Back then I dreamed of running away, teeth already broken
My friends were already supplying C' to badly groomed bourgeois
We all bet on appearance: white sneakers, well-ironed Lacoste polo
The Devil took us by the hips, I was going to high school at Gare de l'Est
White sheets and black pens in the jacket
In the evening with Say, Vesti, Selane and Askaan in the car

I rapped for hours about disillusionment and hope
I had to believe that one day it would work
Guys in jail and projects that are failing
We all dreamed of flying away, losing sleep over it
I remember
I rapped for hours about disillusionment and hope
I had to believe that one day it would work
Guys in jail and projects that are failing
We all dreamed of flying away, losing sleep over it

Night outings, open mics, always ready, we made money
In bars and in basements
For losers, only cops we robbed
Criminal like Dadinho, I had no idol
I wanted to be a hero and not manage a taxi-phone
I was with Gomgom and Reda, Aulnay-sous-bois the house
My friends: little you-sees probably lacking affection
Everything is fine because we are not all dead
But ask N'Kruma, classic, even with studies
To get out of our situation it's rap or sport
We drink alcohol, we flirt with comas
My friends no longer count the hours at Me-Da
I light a candle for Thomas's big brother
Life has traumatized us, at night we sleep badly
Fortunately there's love, as always, it soothes me
And I'm ready for takeoff, to fly to Athens
Hey jerk! I rap for my people, isolated in my label
We only taste life, almost everything is magical
Your bastards are stoned, mine under powders and acids
And you can judge as much as you want, I don't give a fuck about your principles
Or that you think you're God, that's the way it is
That's the way it is and I can't do anything about it
I realized my powerlessness last night
Everyone tests their limits, my youth is being eliminated
Illuminated by the idea of driving late tonight we play the sons
We spend the evening on Deauville then we fall asleep on the sand
I write two-three phases, never dead time for rap

I rapped for hours about disillusionment and hope
I had to believe that one day it would work
Guys in jail and projects that are failing
We all dreamed of flying away, losing sleep over it
I remember
I rapped for hours about disillusionment and hope
I had to believe that one day it would work
Guys in jail and projects that are failing
We all dreamed of flying away, losing sleep over it

If there's a moment to ban it's when I sober up in the shower
When problems suddenly reappear
That's it I know it, yeah I'm back for another round
I open my eyes but I don't see this fucking world that opens up to us
I think about the harm we must have done to our mothers
When we dropped out of school
Disappointments and tears like after adultery
At 23, I'm still looking for my place on earth
Rest assured, we're not alone in being ambitious and seriously screwed up
It's fire in my head, in my world, suicide and neighbors
Naked men in the windows of the end
I dream of being other, the other who reaches out
Or become one of those thousands of kids
Who see in the sky only clouds and planes
It's been a long time since mine has been filled with question marks
It's also been a long time since my depressions have calmed down
I breathe hard, I spit the smoke into the cold
From inner peace, here is the peace pipe
Abused, I think of my people, I owe them the same
Especially when these bastards fire Ariane rockets
I know it can drive you crazy just like oven money
I try to be magical to save the children of our towers

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