I fall asleep with nothing, I wake up as if I had nothing to lose
I respect the martyrs, never in my life will I say that I owe nothing to anyone
Shout out to my brothers in the shit
They get up in the morning to leave the crisis
Third estate, we meet at the farm
Tonight we're going to burn the city

My head, it's full, I feel like a void
I'm alone in the room, waiting for an invitation
You want us to connect, I take it as a risk
With you, I don't share, I'm like a rich man
I have bruises, hematomas, I'm like a Crip
I'm in the housing project like a click
I'm W-Zuko, I'm on the map
3-6, no scope, I do the tricks
I know the way, I'm going to the slaughterhouse
We're monsters, we'll meet at the fair
You know that between you and me, mate, there's nothing to see
If there are no feelings, there's nothing to believe

Han, bad news in my head
They're going to watch me, they're going to spy on me
I build myself on "maybe"
I come out of the sewers, mate I need some air
We need to pay off the debts
They're homophobic, they make moves of disgust
I want to fulfill destiny before I die
Take back everything you said before I help you
Parisian from Paris-Habitats, I'm gearless
I'm greedy, mate for me, it's vital
At the FNAC when I was the hero in front of the guitar
When I was tormented, when I slept very late

Hein, hein
I have no flows, no melodies, I just have death
You have no soul, you have no brain, you just have the body
We eat stones, peaks, everything but pork
I have no PA but I'm still going to spam the spell
Mom is a nursing assistant, mom is a cleaning lady
It's going to blow up, we master the demining
I can carry but well, it's time-consuming
In the shit with the lle-da as doping
Little brother, stop the weed like a grown-up
You have to be careful, it's going to trick you like money
Every day, you have to fight, every day I'm like a fighter
Every day, big bars but at night, there's nothing funny

I brush my teeth, the window is lowering
To agree, I wait for them to shut up
I'm going to smoke the mailman, it's like an opps
And make a song of the hess
If we run, it's to win the race, my bro
I'm full of theories like Mount Corvo
I look forward and then back
I'm going to sleep four hours because I have to go up
My darling, there's no Audi, there's a carriage
The atmosphere is Winnter but there's no snow
It's us, the peasants, it's us, the sons of the poor
It's us at eight years old, we said a carousel
It's us, the cans at thirty cents
It's you who make noise, we stay quiet
Mate, explain to me why you open your mouth
If it's to speak Chinese, mate, stay in China
I give strength only if I like the sound
My sister, give your heart only if you like the good
They do somersaults to get into the circle
I haven't read books but I know I'm not stupid

Crazy things are happening but I'm monotone
It's time to defrost the Molotov
A lot of flashbacks in my head
A lot of erasures in my letter
In my hands, mate I have a controller
We are 250, but I have a can
You say you're deep but you're awkward
You say it's square but look at the angles

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