Yeah, I'm thickening, the place is shrinking, I'm shaking myself
I hit the walls like a depressive, where's the emergency exit?
It's hard to open my eyes, I think I'm wasted
A guy in a white coat cuts the cord
I arrive in this sweet France on a summer night
Hey, I didn't come out of my mother's womb to sell crap
Young introverted black boy, mind too fertile for the school system
With the colleagues, we stuck to the back
Where the dunces and the troublemakers connect from middle school
You know the era of Com8 sweaters
That era passed quickly, a rather empty existence
Adolescence has its vices, very young, I was tired of living
Today, I rise and watch out for the brothers on the descent
This life is clearly stressful, I've seen more funerals than births
1.9.9.5. my left hand and my right hand The Entourage
My heart and my blood, my gun and my plan

One hand washes the other
One hand washes the other
One hand washes the other
One hand washes the other

One hand washes the other but they join together to wash the face
My cousin from the country told me his life would change if he had the visa, yeah
As I spend my life waiting for things that don't happen
Fuck it, no panic it helps me
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger and makes my lyrics bitter
Six thirty in the morning, face lit by the Mac screen
I still think about her, classy even in flip-flops
She left me stupidly, I love how her clothes fall
I entrusted her with my heart, she threw it in the bin
Beautiful like another man's wife, she made me stutter
You left your mark on my life by taking my soul
I'm with another but I still think about you during the act
You don't know what my ex told me
"One day, you'll be treated the way you treat me"
Today, I understood everything at once
I'm a black boy, let me moan like mine
She doesn't care about my life when we were supposed to join hands

One hand washes the other
One hand washes the other
One hand washes the other

I am the one whose family is very ashamed
I exist through a pencil lead, lead a life of infidelity
The father thinks he shouldn't have come here
Eldest son lyricist, liar, thief, consumer of illicit
My life is shot, I'm the shooter, what a shame
I have little brothers
I need to steer clear of the wrong path and may God protect them, yeah
Who is this stranger in the bathroom mirror?
I know this loser will still be here tomorrow
Life is a game, you have to make all the shots
I'm in a bad mood every day
I feel like hell is under my shoes
I rap about the glory of material things but I aim for paradise
Am I maximizing my chances when you assimilate my songs
Every day, I go lower and then I ask the loser
"Have you finished going down?"
I have a lighter, go ahead, empty the gasoline
I waste my time applying my art and I lead a life of garbage
Only prayer can recycle my soul, one hand washes the other.

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