Letter to the Republic
To all these hypocritically tolerant racists
Who built their nation on blood
Now they set themselves up as moralizers
Plunderers of wealth, killers of Africans
Colonizers, torturers of Algerians
This colonial past is yours
It's you who chose to link your history to ours
Now you must assume
The smell of blood follows you even if you perfume yourself
We, the Arabs and the Blacks
We're not here by chance
Every arrival has its departure!

You wished for immigration
Thanks to it you've gorged yourselves, until indigestion
I believe that France has never been charitable
Immigrants are just cheap labor
Keep your republican illusion to yourselves
Of sweet France violated by African immigration
Ask the Senegalese riflemen and the harkis
Who benefited from whom?
The Republic is innocent only in your dreams
And your hands are white only from your lies
We, the Arabs and the Blacks
We're not here by chance
Every arrival has its departure!

But do you think that with time
The Negros would mutate, would end up becoming White?
But human nature has swept away your plans
One does not integrate into rejection
One does not integrate into French ghettos, parked
Between immigrants, one must be sensible
How to point the finger at community withdrawal
That you initiated since the shantytowns of Nanterre
Firestarter and firefighter, your memory is selective
We did not come in peace, your history is aggressive
Here, we are better than there, we know
Because decolonizing for you is destabilizing
And the more I observe history, the less I feel indebted
I know what it's like to be black since the time of the schoolbag
Although I'm not ungrateful, I don't feel like saying thank you
Because deep down what I have, here, I conquered it
I grew up in Orly in the favelas of France
I bloomed in the maquis, I've been at war since my childhood
Drug trafficking, robbery, violence, crimes!
What are my brothers doing if not making money like in Clearstream?
Who can lecture them? You?
Abusers of social goods, embezzlers of funds
Real thugs in suits, bunch of hypocrites!
Do the French have the leaders they deserve?
At the heart of debates, heartless debates
Always the same ones we point the finger at in your France of resentments
In the midst of an economic crisis, a culprit is needed
And it's towards Muslims that all your blows go
I'm not afraid to write it, France is Islamophobic
Moreover, no one hides it anymore in xenophobic France
You treat us like less than nothing on your public channels
And you expect us to shout "long live the Republic!"

My respect is violated in the so-called country of Human Rights
Hard to feel French without Stockholm syndrome
Because I am Black, Muslim, suburban and proud to be
When you see me you put a face on what the other France hates
It's the same hypocrites who talk to us about diversity
Who express racism under the guise of secularism
Dream of a unique French, with a single identity
Strive to discriminate, the same minorities
Faced with the same voters, the same fears are stirred
Communities are opposed, to hide precariousness
No one should be surprised if tomorrow it ends up exploding
How to love a country, which refuses to respect us
Far from transparent artists, I write this text like a mirror
Let France look at it if she wants to see herself
She will see the illusion she has of herself fly away
I'm not lacking affection
Understand that I no longer expect her to love me!

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