Mama t'avais raison [English translation]

[Intro]

Mama, you were right

Yeah, mama, you were right

Mama, you were right

Yeah, mama, you were right

Mama, you were right

And yeah, hey, hey

[Verse]

My mom told me, "My son, luck doesn't exist."

Before my first steps, I wanted to walk but I couldn't

I watch the other kids at school avoiding their parents like the plague

All I'd want is to see my mom and my dad in the same room

I hung out alone on the city streets for so many years

The impression of being condemned, of living unhappily for life

I've come back ten years later, having become violent for real

Your moms see us from far away because the haram1 follows us closely

At fifteen or sixteen, about fifty on the bench

We went to their city to beat up their older brothers

It wasn't free, in fact, my friend got beat up as payback

I saw more violence in real life than on TV

It won't be necessary to do odd jobs if we have to take out the tools2

Minors, we sent people into comas for nothing

We stole, we sold3

Not to advertise

I grew up in the ZUP4 so I grew up in the stup5, yeah

Blinded by smoke, I saw the time being consumed

Consume to confort me, I dream of being rich deep down inside the subway

I thought about everything that we messed up, the time lost on the terrain

Watching all those filthy rich guys passing by in big cars with tinted windows

They dreamed of having their diplomas, I dreamed of robbing the Brinks at gunpoint

Buy a villa for my mom, making my family safe

But waking up is brutal

Yeah, waking up is brutal

Mama told me, "That's life"

I'm better outside than at home

My friend loses his mind

He told me, "I'm unhappy, I was better when I was in prison"

That's how life goes

I watch cars burn

And I burn them on my turn to tell the world to go fuck itself

In the halal6 they see me as weird, in the haram1 I'm congratulated

We hung out late between us, I didn't want to be idolized

I didn't have a dad, an older brother, nor a gun

Mama, I have my reasons, being a robber is being an asshole

And I have a hard time reasoning, don't trust anyone

They act tough, but we know it's only for show

We know who's afraid of who

Bro, I forgave them

I had nothing but my balls and my knives

Yeah, mama, you were right

Mama, you were right

Mama, you were right

Mama, you were right

Mama, you were right

You lose sleep when your kids are out acting tough

Mama, you were right

Go back to sleep, I understood, yeah, that's it, I grew up

Mama, you were right

My two sons, my friends, my family, they're my life

Mama, you were right

I indulge, yeah I was caught, but I never betrayed anyone

1. a. b. Used to refer to any act that is forbidden by Allah2. The fantasy of using guns and knives3. drugs / other illegal items4. urban development zone5. on drugs6. what is permissible or lawful in traditional Islamic law