Me, I didn't have a choice
Since I was bad at football
I had to find my way
I had to find my path
Anyway, it was either drugs or music
Working in the factory
Ghamo

Rent arrears, childhood in a foster home
Often disgusted by what I saw
Despite my average, school expelled me
I put everything into rap because I believed in it
A heart to clean, wings to deploy
To fly somewhere
I had everything of a budding star (yes)
But in my neighborhood there were more absent fathers than Laurent Boyer
Guys I hung out with, bandits, nice guys, people who lied to me
Some of my schoolmates are no longer alive
As a kid, I could have made money selling doses, I never wanted to
In the summer at the city, we were camping, that was it for us, going on vacation
The first time I took a plane, I was 20 years old
I only feel good when I'm escaping

Me, I didn't have a choice
Since I was bad at football
I had to find my way
I had to find my path
Anyway, it was either drugs or music
Since working in the factory wasn't for me

I didn't have a choice
Since I was bad at football
I had to find my way
I had to find my path
Anyway, it was either drugs or music
Since working in the factory wasn't for me

In my head, it's a mess
I have trouble with orders
My mother always protected me like a treasure
Even today, we wait for problems to be solved
For me, the restaurant was the canteen
When I was there, I was alone, I was thoughtful
Not very attentive, I impressed others
Thanks to my sister Amandine's phone
It was cool because people thought I was cool
Despite all the pimples I had on my cheeks
I pretended not to think about my father
I admit that I thought about him every day
The street rocked me, hard to tell her "I don't want you"
We grew up together like Siamese
So, I have to repeat myself every time

That me, I didn't have a choice
Since I was bad at football
I had to find my way
I had to find my path
Anyway, it was either drugs or music
Since working in the factory wasn't for me

I didn't have a choice
Since I was bad at football
I had to find my way
I had to find my path
Anyway, it was either drugs or music
Since working in the factory wasn't for me

I didn't have a choice
Since I was bad at football
I had to find my way (I had to find my path)
I had to find my path
Anyway, it was either drugs or music
Since working in the factory wasn't for me

I didn't have a choice
Since I was bad at football
I had to find my way (I had to find my path)
I had to find my path
Anyway, it was either drugs or music
Since working in the factory

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