I was told, "You'll run into him one day, for sure, we all have"
I was told, "His thing is to take dreams and suffocate them"
He puts obstacles in your way long before you start
Even before you take off, he hopes you'll give up

He's the one who says "no," forget about it
You see, it leads to nothing and besides, it doesn't pay
You're fine where you are, calm, zero risk-taking
No failure, no injury but zero benefit

I've run into Impossible many times
But his body blows haven't touched my path or altered my faith
He boasted of having a bunch of disciples for a single directive
To often target my people

A sharpshooter, he rarely strikes at random
An answer for a permanent job, a black man looking for an apartment
He waits for you to get exhausted, his thing is wear and tear
Hope is his worst enemy, only he can kill it with a breath

He'll especially tell you not to aim for the top
Better to settle on the lower boards
Given where you come from, it's more logical (oh yeah)
He appears serene every time our steps hesitate
And doubt creeps in
The game is over so he places his bet

We are all winners
Impossible
Each decides what they are
Impossible
We would have preferred not to be underachievers
Impossible
Dreams full in the bundle
Impossible
I want to carve my own path
Impossible
I thought I lived in a free country
Impossible
I come to count my hours in the firmament of stars
Impossible
I want to do good and nothing else

I ran into Impossible in the land of broken dreams
Art electrified me, not the fear of being squeezed out (no, no)
He told me, "Get in line after school"
I organize for you an extended visit in the carrot of the pole (position)

Come see, life here is wonderful
No more room in the front row, you'll watch it from the 20th floor
I blocked him after the umpteenth message, I only listen to the wise
Last pressing of the fight against training

He sent me soothsayers and ravens, future of Malus
Failed prediction, sorry, Nastradanus
If I may, I think, the future is in Africa, France
Impossible said "no," its leaders dance in front of money (oh really)

So, in your opinion, are your white leaders better?
Their cities, land of nightmares, delivered to Peter Pan
It's still crazy to see how all these cheaters lie
Demand our children study where the dealers sell (bastards)

Impossible trampled all my big boxes
I have to take the tangent, roll over his flowerbeds (like that)
Maybe in the clouds every time I lead a dance when
Impossible is 100% made in France, big

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