You will surely find me sitting, Boui boui, Kao Niew, Thai chicken
Never killing kids to afford a Thai chick (never)
I put in the sound the money that your chick eats
You have a bulletproof and a bad vibe
Even the little ones yawn

Thoughts for your Russian chick (yes)
Does she even know that Tourette leads straight
To the barrel of Russian roulette?
Ah, we live where bullets fly
Where the elected don't care
Like the cops, they have excuses (oh really?)

It's between them and us, we can only count
They go to bed, convinced, that they have the monopoly on kindness
But if they weren't deaf
They would hear the storm rumbling (yeah)
The masses rebelling, where we die young, like the Brontë sisters

Your minister too busy embroidering
Doesn't get why a worker gambles his pay on dice
Why books are replaced by VOD
A tracer, a cartridge of ammunition, like COD

I fight the devil with the love of GOD (yes)
Eroded, my patience becomes a ball, parrot trap
Meanwhile, here, parents
Bury their child
Angry and furious against the whole world

I just believe that the powerful have cursed us
With the lie that we are nothing without LV and Audi
And that in the end, Rap or Islam are to blame
The philanthropists with money in Luxembourg built these slums (bastards)

At 40 you realized that cops love to hit (yeah)
At 17, I took insults and blows on the neck (it's true)
Elbowed my way in the melee, to be first
But the first decided to steal, dreams and money

I would gladly smoke them with their miller
My pen doesn't have enough ink for the principles they renounced (not enough)
I dry the tears on my daughter's cheeks
Her childhood friend, for no reason, was killed

I'm tired of all this, so to vent I write
We expose our lives, in the gallery of contempt
The republic in mourning and the violence it instills
Make kids hold us at gunpoint
And shoot with Zelensky's weapons

Damn, sign of the times
Go fuck yourselves

This world is addicted to violence
I see it every day slowly slipping into madness
I see it every day distributing these dreams of opulence
I see every day, guys collapsing defenseless

Obviously, this mode is addicted to violence
I see it every day, this madness gaining power
I write it every day and yet I remain powerless
This world is screwed, no one wants to play defense anymore

This is our daily life
Us, every weekend we are at the cemetery decorating the little one's grave
People need to realize this
These are not just simple numbers, simple files
These are not just simple names
These are human beings, children, young adults
And the families, after that, they are broken

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