I'm calling you, answer
I swear, don't mess around
I've heard rumors
You want to get me, you'll die
And not from a tumor
I'm not in the mood
I'm calling you, answer
I'm on the verge of losing it

Beware of the sleeping ego
Because the Devil isn't dead
I'm just a man trying
To be better than yesterday
Nothing guarantees I'll succeed, you hear me?
Nothing guarantees my reason will surpass my hate (you hear me?)
Few things scare me
More than myself

I'm on the razor's edge
My impulses wage war against my duties
I feel too close to the fire
When I feel too far from God
On the verge of losing it
On the verge of making the lead speak
I've known you for a long time but you talk too much
On the verge of cutting ties, no

On the verge of cutting yours
If you betray me and threaten the safety of mine
Revenge, a dish best served cold
On the verge of coming back armed
On the verge of breaking barriers
Taking the lead to protect my back
Family first, we'll see about my career
I can be as mean as a thug from the slums

On the verge of avenging myself
On the verge of spilling blood
(On the verge) on the verge of diving in
On the verge of giving in to my dark side
(On the verge) on the verge of finding them
On the verge of lifting them up
I'm on the verge of killing them
Of ruining everything I've worked for

I'm on the verge of going on the run
On the verge, on the verge of getting a heavy sentence
Mom doesn't know things are bad
I'm on the verge, on the verge of making yours cry
I'm on the verge of freaking out
Aiming for the head, breaking all my plans
You have no idea of the bad thoughts I'm the subject of

Since they tried to get me
I think I'm having anxiety attacks
Oh yeah? Have you tried consulting?
Me, go see a shrink, me?
Have you ever seen a black guy at a shrink?

I'm not joking
I'm on the verge of shooting into the crowd
I won't hesitate if I have no choice
There's a Demba sleeping in me
All my youth, I defied the State
In the name of the excluded and the outcasts
Like Hakim Sid, I come from the proletariat
We don't talk to the police, rrah, rrah

Don't joke with me, rrah
Don't joke with me, grrt-pah
Don't joke with me, rrah
Don't laugh with me

For refusing to comply
You get killed by a scumbag
Not seen, not caught if you're not filmed
All your loved ones will have left are their tears
Each of our tears is flammable
On the verge of giving in to macabre impulses
They'd like to dance on our corpses
One point six to kill an Arab

The message is clear
To them, our lives are worthless
We understood, when you're at war with Russia
Don't come looking for soldiers from the hood
I'm on the verge of leaving this country
That has nothing but contempt for us
They don't like what I believe, what I say, what I am
But they want half of what I've taken
Students don't have enough to eat
High schools without heating, you wonder where you are
Teacher shortages, but what occupies them
Is measuring the length of skirts
I'm on the verge of leaving this country
Of hypocritical, jealous, bitter people
They don't like what I believe, what I say, what I am
But they want half of what I've taken
The state does nothing to heal the fracture
Those who have nothing pay the bill
Where are your demands for your pensions?
Under the boots of the riot police
I'm on the verge of boxing the sheriff
Of leaving my car on the ring road
Of setting fire to the area
Of putting on a yellow vest

I'm not joking
I'm on the verge of shooting into the crowd
I won't hesitate if I have no choice
There's a Demba sleeping in me
All my youth, I defied the State
In the name of the excluded and the outcasts
Like Hakim Sid, I come from the proletariat
We don't talk to the police, rrah, rrah

Don't joke with me, rrah
Don't joke with me, grrt-pah
Don't joke with me, rrah
Don't laugh with me

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