I turned on the TV to fall asleep, it will prevent bad dreams
Not because the sound of silence is not my favorite
Because no one could read in my head or on my lips
And what I'm going to say about myself no one else could reveal
I have so much weight on my shoulders, I could cry all the time
I couldn't even say why yet it could change everything
Little Yoann is touching, since he lost his sister one day at sunset
I have anger in me I never know how it comes out
Sometimes well, sometimes badly, sometimes it goes fuck your sister
You get the paradox yet I lost mine
But I don't hurt, I defend myself like Iraqi stone throws
I hide my life on social networks, I hide family
I'm going to be a dad in seven months, am I going to be a dad in this life?
I throw everything out as if I was interesting
But it's only me talking to me, in the end seen
That all the others have abandoned me
My record house asks for a hit, and here are the sounds I make
I mess up, I spoil the mood like Kemmler on a party night
I love my friends too much, the day before my wedding I was going to get my friends out of jail
Damn I got married, who would have said?
My life is crazy and so is my destiny
I have my texts to work on
I had impossible dreams, there were imposed rules
I was just a young fool, today I'm an adult and stupid
But responsible since two kids call me uncle
I'm afraid my life is just a dream, that I can no longer write
That I no longer touch people, that I have nothing more to say
I'm afraid of death but not mine
Oh yes, also I'm afraid that I will be completely forgotten like Thierry Amiel
And it stresses me out like crazy, some friends don't love me anymore
But do I still love them? Honestly I don't know anymore
Hey Joachim, I wrote you a few tender words
I fuck you big asshole from the beginner rapper
I'm incorrigible, crazy, hard to control
Even here I had to talk about those who despised me
I hold grudges stupidly, it eats me up inside
By the way I never said it but I regret calling myself Kemmler
Why do I need to be loved all the time?
Why do I only do what I want?
Why do I find myself less good than others when I listen to myself?
Sometimes I find myself disgusting I do a few push-ups to have a clear conscience
I have complexes like everyone else and I love myself less than you think
I know that my music compensates, my big nose, my ugly face
So I like myself a little, I touch my balls like Michael
I'm 30 years old I still get pointed at in nightclubs
I'm only half known
I want Johnny's career
I'd rather die like Kobe than end up alone and see everyone leave
Not much else to live or say
But a lot to learn, my kid to wait for
The boss to reach like an end of level
In a video game
I have a lot of messages to reread, so little religious the life that I led
For paradise I must be at level zero
I changed everything in my life, I only love one girl
But I lacked finesse to tell her that I was not the last of the idiots
I messed up pretty much everything, kept secrets badly
Friendships are created but do not hold with half brothers
I often made stupid choices, took the wrong wagon
Asked for forgiveness just by message then erased the number
Lacked love in the end, then treated girls badly
In their hearts, repair them to break them again
Told my whole story, thought I was a star
Recited to see if what I was living would elicit applause
I think I'm afraid I've messed up my life, made the wrong choices
Not taking good care of my daughter
Of my constant changes of mind, of my mediocre start to my career
Of my bad numbers on YouTube, of receiving a hundred times fewer offers
Than rappers that I find less good than me I don't care about being pretentious
Well no I don't care, the sadness can be seen in my eyes
I have everything I need to be happy but I think it's not enough for me
And in the life of Yoann Haouzi, Kemmler does not survive.

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