How much I struggle to see them, how much I struggle to understand them
How much I struggle with a discrepancy, they tell me "Don't worry"
How much I struggle to believe them, huh
How much I struggle to see them, huh, how much I struggle to understand them
How much I struggle with a discrepancy, they tell me "Don't worry"
How much I struggle to believe them, huh
How much I struggle to see them, huh, how much I struggle to understand them
How much I struggle with a discrepancy, they tell me "Don't worry"
How much I struggle to believe them, huh
How much I struggle to see them, huh, how much I struggle to understand them
How much I struggle with a discrepancy
They don't tell me I'm ready to go, to go see

(Hey, huh) You may be the craziest guy for miles
You're far from being as crazy as the crazies of the past (ok, huh, hey)
I haven't even finished slapping them and I already have blisters (huh)
I left you the seals, leave me the fucks
Those who thought I was done didn't believe it strong enough
I write like one writes love letters to hearts
We will all end up stiff no matter the method
It's so much less scary that sometimes it's scary

If you worked, you wouldn't play the boss, if you were quiet, you wouldn't play the boss
You live in a world where Tupac is dead, I live in a world where (?)
In a world where (?) has wings, where justice is short-sighted and the police blind
Poor yellow vests as if nothing was before going to tell it to the ropes

If only it was only in Jimmy's eyes that it was messing up
I smoke to try to forget that Moussa drinks
There will never be a halo matching my horns
With me, if there are lives at stake, there will be deaths

I promised myself that I would make no more effort but the fact is that if I don't make any more it's dead
Throat knotted as soon as it rains ropes
I've always been more or less part of the decor
I empty my head as one would empty bodies
They throw them on the stage as one would cast spells
You'd like to smoke on my weed but it's dead
I let you smoke on my weed and you're dead
Bi'-bi' never where I live and, as (?) said, aim for platinum and gold
The art of rhyme and me, it's like weed and bob
Weed and me, it's like Patrick and Bob
Fuck those who thought I was locked up and that I would never get out
Fuck those who thought I was fucked up, fuck, I pose (?), I go out
(?) is never out, I come out where Nathalie is growling, I come out
From where Guy Georges is going to die and Kenny takes them all down in every episode

(You bastard) Huh, what I have, it's not gimmicks, it's OCD
Lyrics straight out from under the ground for war
What I write, it's not verses, it's Worms
(No, no, no, no) Paranoid (hey)
I'm suspicious of everything, even my paranoid side, talk to my joints like they're friends
They think they're Gods, they're not even Men
They think they're crazy, they're not even crazy
My voice resonates only where it resonates, from where I am, I struggle to see them

Huh, how much I struggle to see them, big
Hey, wow, what-what-what-what-what's going on?
Hey

How much I struggle to see them, big
How much I struggle to see them, huh, how much I struggle to understand them
How much I struggle with a discrepancy, they tell me "Don't worry"
How much I struggle to believe them, huh
How much I struggle to see them, how much I struggle to understand them
How much I struggle with a discrepancy, they tell me "Don't worry"
How much I struggle to believe them, huh
How much I struggle to see them, how much I struggle to understand them
How much I struggle with a discrepancy, they tell me "Don't worry"
How much I struggle to believe them, huh
How much I struggle to see them, how much I struggle to understand them
How much I struggle with a discrepancy
They don't tell me I'm ready to go, to go see

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