Dirty is the experience
I wonder if I'm cursed or blessed
We, we have this as experience
In the street, I feel like Béné, yes, like Béné
It's going to be okay, some have been gunned down
But we're going to be okay, so I sing for those like Mafia K'1 Fry, yah

To count the people we've lost, the fingers of one hand are no longer enough
Some will say that I have experience, I would rather say that I have survived
Even the July sun at its zenith cannot chase away the autumn from my heart,
Gone are the days when I filled my lungs with smoke to not drown in my tears
I've brushed with death, brushed with prison, avoided the shots
I've brushed with the worst, bursts of laughter then bursts of glass
My past could have decimated my future
On my cheeks, tears of sorrow and I didn't take any tear gas
Anxiety-inducing, need for oxygen, the fear of losing those I love
France treated me like a pariah
In my head, it's the Guerilla
Independent like Algeria
There are sufferings that we do not forget
I dreamed of something other than this life, mom still doesn't have her villa
My pains are silent but so deep that I could sing them a cappella

Dirty is the experience
I wonder if I'm cursed or blessed
We, we have this as experience
In the street, I feel like Béné, yes, like Béné
It's going to be okay, some have been gunned down
But we're going to be okay, so I sing for those like Mafia K'1 Fry, yah

In our place, it shoots, when the city sleeps
Evil attracts us, because it has the color of gold
So yes it's crazy, yes it's us, and we don't care about being wiretapped
It's going to be okay, I've got the pots, the judge, the son-pri, everything's fine
There's mama who prays, death gives me a reprieve, God is great
Take me far away, far away from these people
Little brother, you must not talk to them, do not go there

Dirty is the experience
I wonder if I'm cursed or blessed
We, we have this as experience
In the street, I feel like Béné, yes, like Béné
It's going to be okay, some have been gunned down
But we're going to be okay, so I sing for those like Mafia K'1 Fry, yah

Tomorrow will be better, it's going to be okay
I dry my tears under a starry sky
When I think of those who have been gunned down
I tell myself that I have no choice, it must be okay
Tomorrow will be better, it's going to be okay
I dry my tears under a starry sky
When I think of those who have been gunned down
I tell myself that I have no choice, it must be okay

I wonder if I'm cursed or blessed
We, we have this as experience
In the street, I feel like Béné, yes, like Béné
It's going to be okay, some have been gunned down
But we're going to be okay, so I sing for those like Mafia K'1 Fry

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