Yeah
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Do you know my story?
Yeah

I laid down my first verse on a cassette player
The time when to be credible you didn't have to have sold tons of bars
The cap askew, the jeans at the buttocks
Everything was XXL, even the helmet on my ears
I still hear the mockery about my look
About my way of walking, my way of doing everything American style
I was different from the others, I had very few friends
Who understood my love for what we called hip-hop
You could find me at the back of a bus writing
Pockets full of rhymes, head hooded or worse
At the back of the class snoring
Because of all those sleepless nights blackening the paper
The gravel, I ate it, I spat it out
How many open mics have I burned
For the respect of this art that saved me from the neighborhood
The foundations of this game, I left my blood there
At the age when your father was going to rock you

I am
This young dreamer, often misunderstood
And thank God
I am
Who I am because the others are already taken
That's how it is, I am
So happy but at what price
Oh oh oh oh oh (I am)
I can't change who I am
Hey! (I am)

This young enthusiast of rhymes and melodies
Who was made to believe that dreaming was forbidden
I am
The pen and the voice of those who are forgotten
And of these neighborhoods where families are left in agony
I am
This son of an immigrant sitting on two chairs
Who fights the fascists with his cosmopolitanism
I am
The pride of a generation
When they see me on a prime time chair on television
I am
The hope of a youth in abandonment
Victim of these politicians and their divisive speeches
I am
Faith, madness and reason, the fervent defender of the values of my education
I am
The jackhammer on their clichés without ever changing
The color of my skin and my ideas
I am
Neither a politician, nor a gangster
I'm just Saïd

I am
This young dreamer, often misunderstood
And thank God
I am
Who I am because the others are already taken
That's how it is, I am
So happy but at what price
Oh oh oh oh oh (I am)
I can't change who I am
Hey!

All the scars of my past (make my beauty, make my beauty)
I know where I come from so I know where I'm going (it's my pride, it's my pride)
How many count on me to tear up (all their clichés, all their clichés)
Staying true because I don't want to change (I don't want to change, no)

I am
This young dreamer, often misunderstood
And thank God
I am
Who I am because the others are already taken
That's how it is, I am
So happy but at what price
Oh oh oh oh oh (I am)
I can't change who I am
Hey! (I am)

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