Translation of La Colombe et le Corbeau from French to English
Grind the coal
Yeah, white grape, okay
Is it good?
Okay, yeah
My rap has a dove on the right shoulder, a crow on the left shoulder
A white flag in the right hand and a Kalashnikov in the left hand
He writes on the verge of tears when he sees the state of the world
He writes on the edge of flames hoping for the rain to fall
He does push-ups to carry the burdens of his youth
He describes the stress, of brothers, who only have violence as an SOS
He writes with all the ink of his eyes
He flaps his wings on top of a block trying to put out the fire
He believes in God, his philosophy is in the religion
No vulgarity to not tarnish the Muslim image
Bulimia of sincerity every time he lays his rhymes
Anorexia of vanity even, even when he goes platinum
He has an Olympic flame in place of the retina
He does egotrip with the language of a shotgun
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, again
My rap has the roots of Africa, the trunk of France, the branches of the neighborhoods
Leaves to write what the youth thinks
Its fruits are in the bins for those hungry for big sounds
It didn't grow in a park but in a concrete forest
He is sometimes a weeping willow or sometimes an oak
To uproot it tell the lumberjacks they can put away their checks
He prefers to water the two bonsai in his garden
He likes the natural, he leaves the garlands to the fir trees
He doesn't claim to be the best of men, like everyone else
He tries to put his halo back on every time it falls
Always the same after the therapy of his album
He fights for the comfort of his family and his grave
He has known glory and its setbacks
The "I love you" and the rest in war
The arm eaten by those to whom he extended his hand
The heart eaten every time he disappointed his own
Understand the good, he's not here to be a star or an actor
The brain full, he raps with the guts his daily problems
Bro, he came to do his job
With a dove in the pen and a crow in the flow
Don't ask him to rap what you think, if he doesn't think so
To make the rap you like, if he doesn't like
To rap your ideas, yeah, if he fights them
He told you in "I don't have" me it's Sopra'M'Baba