On my journey, I've seen how many kings fall
In the end, it's back to square one
In the streets, stared at, pointed out
No hard feelings, it's back to square one
A few words on a paper, a lot of hope
It's a one-way trip back to square one
A bit of her, of him, of us, a lot of you
In case we meet again at square one
(Back to square one!)

We stopped hanging around, just by finding our roles
In the end, it's the smallest ones we find in our halls
Slave to my passion, I tell myself I'll never be abolished
We are respected on a whim, ask Basile Boli
You can win millions, you're going to die like everyone else
In other words, even in the light you don't aim further than a shadow
Tell me how many abused children will be violent parents
How many road victims thought they were hot behind the wheel
Religious wars everywhere, what changes is the era
Many successful people will tell you what changes is the friends
The same scenarios for other people, so make way for the next
We don't have the same sins but we'll have the same judgment

On my journey, I've seen how many kings fall
In the end, it's back to square one
In the streets, stared at, pointed out
No hard feelings, it's back to square one
A few words on a paper, a lot of hope
It's a one-way trip back to square one
A bit of her, of him, of us, a lot of you
In case we meet again at square one
(Back to square one!)

Oh, oh, oh
Back to square one
Oh, oh, oh
Back to square one

Hey, back to square one
On the field the little ones have the cup but not Neymar's salary
Hey yo Skalp' cut the sound
I want this a cappella, free thinker locked up ask Nelson Mandela
Even if everything separates us, many on the starting line
And the guitar reminds me that I was already coming home very late
F.A Babe, Fouiny Babe, Sindy and Soultone
They're after us like customs dogs
I've heard them talk how many times
In the end, it's back to square one
And I've seen us bypass how many laws,
Without success, back to square one
A few words on a paper a lot of hope
It's a one-way trip back to square one
A bit of her, of him, of us, a lot of you
In case we meet again at square one

On my journey, I've seen how many kings fall
In the end, it's back to square one
In the streets, stared at, pointed out
No hard feelings, it's back to square one
A few words on a paper, a lot of hope
It's a one-way trip back to square one
A bit of her, of him, of us, a lot of you
In case we meet again at square one (square one)

My problems don't go to bed even if the sun has risen
My career is filled with vices that the devil has furnished
More enemies, more fans, more "clap"
Baby your sound doesn't work anymore, you have the buzz of a legless man
Sitting at the bus stop, look I'm pitiful
Bursts of tears have come to kill my joy
Your punchlines were good, but they don't pay the bills
No TV, no radio and your career fractures
Life a short film where you no longer play any scenes
I go back to my slave life, I don't appear on any channels anymore
I've lost loved ones, the photos have value
Die in pole position like Walker

On my journey, I've seen how many kings fall
In the end, it's back to square one
In the streets, stared at, pointed out
No hard feelings, it's back to square one
A few words on a paper, a lot of hope
It's a one-way trip back to square one
A bit of her, of him, of us, a lot of you
In case we meet again at square one
(Back to square one!)

Oh, oh, oh
Back to square one
Oh, oh, oh
Back to square one
Oh, oh, oh
Back to square one
Oh, oh, oh
Back to square one

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