Master the ceremonies
Lunatic
Such is life
Chaos and harmony
Weapons and money
Evokes power in corrupted minds
Son, don't be one of those who are mistaken
True power is uninterrupted
Eternal
From above the world appears peaceful
At our scale
It's discrimination, segregation
Elimination among nations and generations
Black man, we have suffered too much
We come to recover our dues
Determination has our bodies for dwelling
Soldier, existence is an honor

We came to spit our hatred
My brother it comes from Hauts-de-Seine
But it's the same everywhere
A long time ago, we were kings
Today it's screwed
But we won't serve as their prey
Fighting is all we know how to do
And we will leave with their money, their blood and their pes-sa
Above their laws
Since we have always been denied
We believe in it
The last will be the first

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