The ink flows, the blood spreads, the blotting paper
Absorbs the emotion, bag of images in my memory
I speak of what my loved ones live and what I see
Guys sunk by despair who drift away
Guys who tear each other apart for 20,000 worth of shit
I speak of everyday life, listen well, my sentences don't make you laugh
Laugh, smile, some have lost it
I think of Momo who said "see you later" I never saw him again
Tempt the devil to get out of the mess, you won brother
But it's always misery for those who push behind
Push, push in the middle of a concrete field
Growing up in a parking lot and seeing the big guys bring in the dough
Poverty, it makes you think, in two shakes, three moves
We cut, we compress, we cut, we pack, we sell
At arm's length, we bring in the money, we crack
Yeah, that's life, and don't talk about welfare here
Here, the dream of the young is the Golf GTI, Tacchini tracksuit
Knock down women at ease like Manny
On Scarface, I'm like everyone else, I have a good time
Thank God, I've grown up, I'm smarter, he dies at the end
The end, hunger, hunger justifies the means, four, five unhealthy blows
And we hold on until tomorrow, then we'll see
We walk in the shadow of the Evil One from evening to morning
Hidden in a corner, knife in hand, highway robber
Path, path, there are not two to be a god
Strike like an anvil, do not drop the eyes, the envious always want more
A road to get in, two to get out, 3/4 leather
Succeed, faint, become a memory
Memory, being so young, having a lot in the directory
Guys wiped off the map that we erase like a painting, tchpaou! It's dark
Believe in who, in what? The guys are all mirrors
Go in the same direction, want to fill their drawers
Drawer, we spend our life in it, we end up in it
Before knowing hell on earth, we build our paradise
Fiction, disillusionment too strong, get out the joint
Reality hits too hard, need for escape
Escape, escape, effort of imagination, here everything is gray
The walls, the spirits, the rats at night
We want to escape from prison, a needle passes, we take action
False diversion, one day you blow a fuse
Fuses, some lucky ones have them in their brains
Others send them to each other for a handful of banknotes, fraternal war
Weapons grow like weeds
The image of the gangster spreads like gangrene sows its seeds
Seeds, seeds, seed of delinquent what did you expect? Very young
They are taught that nothing makes a man except francs
From the discreet sniper to the organized group, the root becomes a field
Too big, impossible to stop
Arrested, sticky at the start, lucky at the exit
We take three months, the rumor spreads, the reputation grows
The bars are no longer scary, it's routine, vulgar thorn
Fine sketch in India ink, figurine that sometimes comes to life
Animated, animated by a furious desire for money
The night fallen, no matter the weather, we throw the dice, must gamble
Lose and win, come back with a few more papers
It will help, no one will ask where they fell from
Fall or not, for everything, for nothing, we take the risk, no problem cousin
Either way, in both cases, we get by
Live like a dog or a prince, there's no comparison
We make a choice, roast the leg of lamb, shine the jewels
Jewels, a dream, pockets full but the target is too far, the arrow.
Ricochet, the devil adds a notch, too ugly, the guys tick
Their own box, untick for cash
I hear the bells, with pickaxe blows
Digging a hole, it's too easy
Easy, easy the jacket of the docile bourgeois
Old ladies' nightmare and porcelain in the windshield
Tchac! The razor on the handbag, this way for the coins
This is all day, day after day
Tomorrow? It's not the problem, we live day by day
We don't have time or we lose money, others take it
Tomorrow, it's far, we're not in a hurry, gradually
We move forward watching our backs to talk about the future
Future, the future won't change much, the next generations
Will be worse than us, their life will be more gloomy
Our future is the next minute, the goal, anticipate
Warn before getting nailed
Nailed, nailed on a bench, nothing else to do, we drink beer
We whistle at the girls who don't have a brother
The walls hold us like flypaper
We're here, we'll never get out, Satan holds us with his pitchfork
Pitchfork, take risks, second after second
Each opportunity is another stone added to our slingshots
Against their lasers, some despair, many hit the ground
The stubborn refuse the suicidal fight
Astonished, astonished, the gods watch the human heading
Towards the wrong side of eternity with a firm and determined step
Preferring to roam down than up, we're going to get bored
It's only here that angels sell to smoke
Smoke, another puff, the veil has fallen
The head on the pillow, the shit momentarily blurred
Through the window, a scream enters, a man is being robbed
A child is being squeezed, for a Cartier, handcuffed
Handcuffed, bound hand and foot by fate
Prisoner of the dungeon, destiny is the jailer
The turf, the arena, we grew up with games
Brave gladiator, but life is tough, we struggle as we can

In the high-rise buildings
Misunderstanding, gangs of supposedly ill-bred kids
Frictions, excitement, civilian patrols
Useless fear, stupid legends and myths
Hashish by the kilo, poets armed with pens
Reserves of creativity, warehouses, silos
It's off to block 20, pack of Heineken in hand
Forget by pulling on a big joint
African princesses, plastic single mother
Full of glue, lunatic mass scraper
Parallel economy, team hard as a rock
Little Dons who seriously control their spots
We pop the Veuve Cliquot, parked like in Mexico
Cemented horizons, pickpockets, junkies
Honest people ignored, supercops, Zorros
Politicians and journalists visiting the zoo
Respectful Muslims, humble family fathers
Speakers blasting my jungle music
Devastated entrances, exploded tire carcasses
Swarm of kids coming to scratch
Orange lights coming on, chimneys smoking
Impromptu soccer games on the asphalt
Golf VR6, tires screeching
Silence broken by police sirens
Fashionable Polos, shabby tracksuits
Mothers with admirable character traits
Fake hash, prison stories
Stupid divisions, heaps of firewood
Or Oriental clichés, spicy cooking
Pretty tree names for buildings in the concrete forest
Midday desert, crushing sun
Nightlife, during Ramadan month
No distractions, create some action
Dice game, country game, money bets, mean attraction
Uninterrupted laughter, impromptu arrests
Corrupt district mayors
Walking on used needles, dreaming of traveling
Car radios in business, lot of snatched chains
Scoundrel with no return, pitiless psychopath
Best bonds of friendship a guy can find
Sports geniuses making their grades on vacant lots
New jokes, terrible pick-up techniques
Individuals cracking under stress
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Steam of ether, of scarlet water, of alcohol
Brink's van eyed like a treasure
It's not funny, the dog bites locked in the cage
Drooling with rage, the bars climb to the second floor
Hashish dealer, it's wise if you want to get the woman out
If you dive in, shut up, there's no drama
But school is not far, neither is trouble
It starts with ass slaps, it ends with police custody
Look at the street, what changes? Only the seasons
You drool concrete, spit concrete, shit concrete
You fight for brass, but is it worth it?
Don't regret the bucks when the BAC knocks at the door
Three colors on the posters treat us like trash
It's not Manila, ok, but the cigarettes are torpedoed
Innocent guilty, it talks cash, percentage
Eye for an eye, mouth for tooth, it's stressful
Early on, it's already the family outside, Kader's gang
"Go fuck your mother!" shit in the ass, they already talk sideways
Not easy to talk about love, work at the factory
Beautiful gazelles break their backs in the kitchens
The elected ones rehash renovation, it reassures
But it's always the same shit behind the last coat of paint
Fire the dreams lie buried in the yard
At twelve, driving, dying, ending up like 2Pac Shakur
Look at the photos, of age today, buddy
Quite a few friends have already killed themselves on motorcycles
Once you win, a thousand times you lose, the future is a lottery
For this, I dedicate my texts as an ex-voto, dude
Here you're judged on a strong reputation
Miss yourself and every day the scoundrels piss on your door
It's the minimum rate and watch out
Those who weigh transform the sector into an oppidum
Frozen, the atmosphere electrifies, there are plenty of seats
Frozen concrete serves as a cold ice floe
The kids want to go out, the "no's" fall like clubs
The artists of my ass pump the DSU subsidies
So much energy wasted for undue prejudices
The financial decision-makers, full of shit in their view
In the meantime, hopes fail, capsize, some rap
Stones fly, stolen cars skid
It's chaos at the high school, in the corridors we open the fire extinguishers
The neighborhood becomes the hunting ground of the inspectors
The back has an eye because the waters are full of pitfalls
Collect the wheat, we play dice in a dark coffin
It's too much, the buddies shit on the Romeo profile
A hit of popo, make the sons and a good rodeo
Life is hard, if you want a dream
They put tire in the shit and sell it to you for khams'alef
You'll tell me "it's okay, it's not too much"
But for tcherno, a Hamidou when you have nothing, it's hot
I know what I'm talking about, me, the bastard
I had to celebrate my twentieth birthday with three bottles of Valstar
The spot is boiling tonight, who is the King?
From the start, the walls are reserved like parking spaces
But who can understand the full mene
That a guy at the end hits hard, driven by hatred
And that we are not born programmed to make a fuss?
I don't think about tomorrow, because tomorrow is far away.

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