I'm writing my life my friend, my anxieties, my nightmares that I have in the night
My family, my homeland know that I'm a man
I won't take anything to my grave, not even a coin, an atom
I spit out my album like a bomb
Sometimes I get drunk and write, I need to be heard
When it rises, I have no father, I fuck the world I get up when I fall
I dread the day my mother will die
Oh no, I tremble, I fear the worst
I write my regrets, looking too much for gold, I make enemies
I hurt in life, I heal with hash
I write my phobia of ending up in a trunk burned alive
In Marseille, it's hot (no, no, no, no)
Often the jealous ones make up a lot of stories
There are too many pushers, snitches, cousin oh yes
Sometimes I write what will happen in advance
Don't ask how it's crazy I know (no, no)
For nothing you jump
Look sideways, you jump
Touch the profit, you jump
You want to be her lover, you jump
Pull out a 9 milli', you jump
At 6 in the morning, you jump
Even if you have kids, you jump
You can pray, you jump

Oh lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalala

Oh I look at the time on my AP watch
I'm starting to get old, I'm becoming aggressive so I stay away from gunshots
I'm Comorian I wasn't born in Mississippi
Marseille is us #Kestia?
I write too deep, I'm going to drown in the sound
So much I act the fool, tomorrow I'm here or maybe in prison
I write my fear yes of losing my control
Facing my daughter's guy, I crush him I swear I'm not lying
Reason with me, I question myself, go ahead, say if I'm messing up, mentality of the zone
I reveal too much, is it my fault?
Oh no, you're going to tell that to others
I'm married to these buildings by force without dowry
Without lawyers the real ones at the police station lose their memory
Here I write I'm alone I fear the jnouns come to see me
When I see mother earth tearing herself apart in racism
Yet Arabs, blacks, united, that's what I've been living since I was little
I don't understand we come from below, P.L.A.N.D.A.O.U
There are whites, yellows, braves and scoundrels
We believe in God and not in your big bang
God willing we don't end up in a bad state it's the drama

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