If you could see this fire burning in my chest
My life I owe it to rap, I owe it to the storm
I didn't have the journey of little jerks in the hype, no
As a teenager I wasn't the king of the night, no
I had my group it was Criminosical
We hung out near whore bars a stone's throw from Pussycat
I kissed the night on her lips
And the street took me by the hand
It made me a damn good student
Standing until the end
I took the blocks that surrounded me
With the sword's edge with my hands like Saladin
Why entrust my secrets
In the job clear head
I let my imagination do
I write my soundtracks from rabbit cages
Day by day my lines lengthen on the sheet
No, I still don't think about tomorrow
I am what rap has created most solid
You break your back on two olive pinions
There's no love here, this full-throttle war
Regulated by the laws of the asphalt no matter the origins
I must have missed something "Peace, Love and Having fun"
Have become "Bitch Drug and Heavy Gun"
Few are those who have roses to offer
Welcome to the table garnished with fish and chips
Where the meaning of life has lost itself in the mist
Where the little ones don't know how to put a name on a vegetable
In the heart of the worst boredom I set my beacon
Developed my plan waiting for God to approve it
Since then in this meadow where the vassals tolerate me
I write a little every day the reasons for my anger

When we kill ourselves at work, for nothing in the harvest
Normal that the winds carry the revolt
That the earth where we walk is plowed by molars
Do you at least understand the reasons for the anger?

I've always been on fire since the day I crossed her path
I learned to see in the dark and killed all doubts
They wanted to park me but I smelled the wolf trap
And passion took me away and raised me like a she-wolf
Grain of salt in the ocean I didn't want to dissolve
I went up the current until another door opened
I needed somewhere else there it smelled too much of sulfur
For lack of desire how many of ours are rotting in the moats
Let me drag my pen on this immaculate road
Sow the hardest seeds the most chiseled words
Aimless, isolated, disappointed, abandonment recruits them
And the void awaits them to make them sizzle
I'm sorry
It's not my fault if the hardest spirits
Start to waver under the weight of their bracelets
So the world stops there at the corner of the street
So sure of failing that in the end they don't even try at all
And it falls into the easy, it swells the statistics
It makes dubious choices at the most fateful moments
No example on the horizon the place is deserted
It takes little for the hungry to burn their principles

After hearing that we were good for nothing
Many ended up believing it
What? Why am I gritting my teeth?
But what else do you want me to do?

I don't want to get swallowed up
There's a drop of future to glean
Let me rush straight at it instead of sitting around complaining
Too many barriers, I want to see the green valleys
If I get tired it's courage that will chale me, go
Now I don't have time, the needles turn fast
And I don't want to end up telling myself that life was better before
I am nobody no being on earth will silence me
On my sheet I spread all the reasons for my anger

When we kill ourselves at work, for nothing in the harvest
Normal that the winds carry the revolt
That the earth where we walk is plowed by molars
Do you at least understand the reasons for the anger?

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