Lunatic, Booba/Ali, 92I
To life, God willing, General

No time for regrets, the mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress
So that in my turn I procreate
Of those for whom the day brings advice, when it's at night that we act
Drag my flesh and my skeleton to any latitude
Under any degree
The world is vast
For some too small, divided into two castes
Those who spread love and those who depend on hate
We grow up losing the innocence
That each of us possesses at birth
Fight our weaknesses, strengthen my mind
Sanctify my soul, my essence
Adam structures my DNA
Born not to live alone
Speak in the name of the universal
Draw my instruments from the flora for my fauna
In the street for my people with instincts of wild beasts
To us the faults, when the impulses take over the reflection
Deprive you of control, primitive reaction
Warn the others
What do you want me to say when they sink
The heads of my 92 childhood
Too many like to drink and vomit
Spliffs before sleeping and in the morning again
The mistakes belong only to us
No time for regrets

No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress
No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress

No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress
No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress

They say the life of street kids is sad, but who do you blame?
I don't need your tears, where's the drama?
Since kindergarten, I know it's fucked up
So I make my money, if I have to break you to shine
Out of reach, laughing to death without remorse
When I listen to the death threats from the police
You listen to R.A.P
Guys who don't give a fuck, I come to fuck everything up
Put the women and children in a safe place
There are our brothers ready to act with magic waiting at the gate

Bad looks then hard blows, bruises and stitches
Gun at the belt and heavier in the trunk of the car
Brains saturate from lack of love and fresh air
Just like our dogs, we need greenery
But we are men so we endure
Reduced in areas 92 Hauts-de-Seine geography
When the gates of hell open
That the night is enough for cover
Vice and virtue defy each other
Mistakes weigh on hearts
Only sincere repentance to set them aside
Born to bring my share of progress
No time for regrets

No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress
No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress
No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress

I live on hatred and fresh water, illicit and sins
My only job I rap on SP-12, MPC
I don't see my brothers acting sober without the biz
Unable to survive they get up in the morning but just to pee
Evenings without checks and without Ke-shné
It's so lame that to enjoy I have to get high on whiskey
Sound for the joint
A fucking flow from the suburbs for the bros
Arabs, blacks, peace and the terrorists
Burst allocations, insertion
Under pressure like our consumption
As soon as we go out smoking as if it's allowed
Life is claws with varnish, thong, 90C
Suicide at the hilla, too high to go pray
I'm afraid to scream when I'm going to burn
92 hardcore, since the Garden of Eden
I swallow a bottle, and I fall asleep with Wu-Tang

No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress
No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress

No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress
No time for regrets
The mistakes belong only to us
Born to bring my share of progress

So that in my turn I procreate
Lunatic

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