In all this, what interests me
I speak into the microphone, I write texts
At night I close my eyes, I dream
There are knots, I untie them
Sometimes I love myself as much as I hate myself
Sometimes I don't want to speed up anymore
I would dream that someone would come and get me
To tell me you can breathe, it's light
Spend time with people who know you
Before time takes them for a walk on the other side of the sky
On the side of my dreams, I don't know where I am
There are people I admire, then they disgust me
It's me who raps alone in the streets of my city
Trying to understand why they put me here

I get smiles and screams
I'm looking for memories, not esteem
I make songs, it's not magic
It's just a way for me to exist

He is no longer here, she, she is gone
Make us suffer so we feel alive
Looks that speak more than screams
Disease of emotions without subtitles

Most of their content is under filter
The feeling that my sensations are vacuum-packed
I fall in love with a tear or a smile
Most of my songs are untitled

I especially don't want to become an icon
I'm just my mother's dreams in a man's body
So I light up my view at the window
Before dipping my eyes in formalin
You would like me to ignore and laugh
But it's only the truth that makes me shiver
Consciousness on the ceiling before half-sleep
Either I light up my soul or I isolate myself

Ah yeah, we lack colors in the retina
Yet we have diamond in the replica
There were already air holes in the pacifier
We don't lack much to breathe

Childhood in Clio 2 without defogging
I discovered dad on Google Images
We enjoy the landscape, the smell of the journey
Since the brakes can give way at the next turn
Unleaded 95 in a water bottle
To avoid sleeping on the highway rest area
Mom gives up all her dreams to raise
All her kids so I'm going to put all my strength in the race

The truth is I don't know what I'm doing here
We understood how but not why
I love when she talks to me and it makes fog
I never want to keep it to myself again
Apparently it's too cold all black here
Grown sideways a corridor
I ask myself questions in my dreams
I find the answers in my nightmares
Paid on merit
I come from where they kill themselves with pastis at 11:30
Walls have ears, so do children
Parents rewrite endless stories
A Camel, a Bingo, an anecdote
We don't understand it too much but we live the era
You don't have much left but you empty your pockets
Not caring if the kid scams you

Reality Rap Music
Just to prove we exist
I keep yelling my dirty life
It gives me the impression that I resist
It gives me the impression that I breathe
Still a little hope in our retinas
Still a little light in our stories
Melody of emotions without subtitles

Reality Rap Music
Just to prove we exist
I keep yelling my dirty life
It gives me the impression that I resist
It gives me the impression that I breathe
Still a little hope in our retinas
Still a little light in our stories
Melody of emotions without subtitles

Ah yeah, we lack colors in the retina
Yet we have diamond in the replica
There were already air holes in the pacifier
We don't lack much to breathe

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