The situation is getting out of hand
Doudou is dead, Larry lost his mother
Campbell is dead, André is also dead
(?) Has been released from prison
Dan just got arrested for drug possession
Oh man

The environment is hostile, hatred of the next
We kill on Friday and Sunday, we say "Hallelujah"
Everything was fine at uncle's (?), I was coming back from school exhausted
The neighborhood mourns a kid, the whole world can despise us
The police make their rounds in Mitsubishi, 4x4 to control us
A machete in Tata's hand
At thirty, we are finished, no juice, no finesse
Sport to sober up from a joint and four Guinness
Wipe their ass with the news paper, no Kleenex
Kids strut around with snot in their zen it's not the norm at (?)
Mystical AIDS, the little ones doubt it, every time the big ones suffer
Where disappearances and pedophilia are on the rise
(?) Looking for the way, always dressed in black
(?) Has settled down, Larry has scattered a bit
Everyone is looking for money, the colo'
Have given up on dollos
Every (?) Want to scrape
God bless their efforts
Last Saturday a negro got shot (plow, plow, plow)
His big brother took his revenge, pulled out the (plow, plow, plow)
The police shoot at the protesters
Without asking any questions
Politicians lie looking you in the eye
The new blacks will not keep the old ones
This is Bellevue, you want respect, you have to take it, fists clenched like Kimbo
There's no black power, revolution every seven years for my kings

Everything is lost, for my people, for my kings
The environment is hostile, for my kings
Not everyone will see the light, king
We are trapped in this hole

This is Bellevue, the end, the terminal
It starts well, it ends badly
If we do harm, we must be forgiven
We have no choice man, we will work non-stop

I told Yann to go out and look for food
The bastard left the neighborhood looking for money
Cooks robbed blacks in Crocs in these deals
Ended up involving my negro Royce in his
Behind me, I lost Campbell, yes it hurts
André should have been more patient, I know it sounds naive
(?) Has become too stocky, pushes the iron
In the end (?) Was just a (?)
(?) Is still at the front looking for the key
Upset, that his own brother called him a failure
At home, everything is linked, sit down and take notes
My uncle went to prison and my grandmother died from it
Boubacar sold (?) When Simon was making trophies
Hadn't set foot in France when my ex got hooked
(?) Got stabbed by Joel and his gang
Survival, you look for how it works and then you apply

There are men and women looking for money
Blacks hang out late, can't sleep
Men and women looking for money
Politics has killed our lives, our dreams

But there are also success stories, Stéphane works at P.O.G
(?) Creates jobs, but people up there find it a bit daring
Prefer to keep us distracted, dude it's a POV
Games and alcohol are the problem, because it puts my kings to sleep

Everything is lost, for my people, for my kings
The environment is hostile, for my kings
Not everyone will see the light, king
We are trapped in this hole

This is Bellevue, the end, the terminal
It starts well, it ends badly
If we do harm, we must be forgiven
We have no choice man, we have to work non-stop

There are men and women looking for money
Blacks hang out late, can't sleep
Men and women just want to eat
Politics has killed our lives and our dreams

Reduced prospects, so the pockets are too
The big ones commit the crime, so the kids do too
Everyone wants their moment of glory, everyone wants the ascent
Look at how they despise us, it creates tension

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