Devenir Vieux [English translation]

Now that we don’t see each other

It’s no more like back then

Business or rap but I believed we were buddies

I’m not really the same

I have to teleport myself

Time opens windows but closes certain doors

Too bad for the resentments

Time passes with one’s codes

Fewer friends at heart more dollars in the safe

Race against time or drown in alcohol

Finish at the end of the world or finish at the end of the rope

We grow up in the pictures we are no longer fashionable

I left a few photos of when I was young at the morgue

We used to go play furious four on mopeds

But we made fun of anyone who talked about getting serious in the future

And I wonder

How many of us don’t have limits

And how many of us never want to grow up

How many of us still chase after street cred

My ego is wounded

How many of us don’t have limits

And how many of us never want to grow up

How many of us still run after street cred

My ego is wounded

We’ll give account in the end

Ego

We’ll give account in the end

My heart girded with dynamite time imposes its tyranny

Keep your eyes wide open we won’t be here for long like the pyramids

Petrol jerry can

my existence is broken by time

And my teenage years in a wu tang killabeez environment

Whoever you believe

Whatever you believe

From the beginning parents have guided

And you can no longer really rap for kids when you’re forty

Kapish

It’s not a man living but it’s his childhood dreams dying

Me, I’m too old to shoot clips in a foyer

I’m not in the mood, I break down in less than an hour

I don’t give ear either to cool trends or to rumors

I’m dying time catapults me

I feel like I’m getting old, without having been an adult

Yet

There’s a lot on my mind even though you see me fooling about

Me, I love to learn but I hate to be lectured

Avoid the annoying topics and subjects

Damn, I’m so old-fashioned, I use PES controls even for FIFA

Tell my brother that I’d like to hit the nail on the head

And that he didn’t screw up my life, no, no he surely saved me

Now that you’re far from your cell, from a questionable life

Know that you’ve always been far from the best of the two of us

Frangin

Within the groans and the shouts

Within the fears and the noise

Hein! All that is affected and destroyed

Fuck

Achieving your dreams can do some damage

I’m like all men, I no longer desire what I already have

And already, I have a few classics

But

It’s becoming a dangerous mission *

Man

I’m a fussy painting** about to become a has been

Me

Time has caught up with me and I’m already old-fashioned

And I can’t rap like Niska or dress like S Pri Noir

Man

There’s only music in life my nigga

S-pi

In spite of your distance you’ll still be my brother

Too bad

Things are going too fast because this life is just a training

Too Zairese I’ll be late for my burial

Before, I used to hide my worries from my parents

And now nothing has changed I hide my worries from my kids

Your following no longer reminds you that

All the fault we can find with our childhood friends is that they’re the same age as us

And for the eternal youths that have become souls in sorrow

And for all the teenagers getting close to their forties

The passing time has made us unequal like many of my niggas

My ego is wounded

How many of us don’t have limits

And how many of us don’t want to grow up

How many of us still chase after street cred

My ego is wounded

How many of us don’t have limits

And how many of us don’t want to grow up

How many of us still chase after street cred

My ego is wounded

We’ll give account in the end

My ego is wounded

We’ll give account in the end

My ego is wounded

We’ll give account in the end

Ego

We’ll give account in the end

My ego is wounded

How many of us don’t have limits

And how many of us don’t want to grow up

How many of us still chase after street cred

My ego is wounded

How many of us don’t have limits

And how many of us don’t want to grow up

How many of us still chase after street cred

My ego is wounded