93 mesures [English translation]

I can't go to the marabout because I'm afraid of the sky

I can't go to the shrink because I'm from the hood

I have so many stupid principles I have to follow

When I'm asked why, I say " because that's how it is in the street"

A bit innocent, a bit guilty

Every police control brings me closer to my feat with 2Pac

In my dreams, there are demons and crop circles

I know I won't do anything, I'll be as still as a coffin

I'd like to say that I'm yours, that I love you and everything will be new

But all of Africa knows no one is loyal forever

I'm becoming crazy, I see happy people everywhere

Either love isn't for me, either I'm not fit for love

I'm from a continent and a country bleeding when violence doesn't solve their issues

Witchcraft does it, we're a mix of our friends, we attracts what's similar to us

If you're surrounded by sons of bitches, it means you're one too

Before, I wanted to change, now, I accept who I am

I draw paintings to kill time as if I was Salvador Dali

I lost myself, it's undeniable

I'm cameroonian, with a family name from our hometown and a slave's name

I'm hurt by my memories, hurt by my thoughts

I think about all those wrongs, all that money spent badly

Before, I believed I prayed then, I grew up and understood that all I did was rehearse sentences I knew by beart

My style is bipolar, my ball pen cries

I'm at the age of reason, I want respect, I don't want to please anymore

At our age, the trip is still long and I lie like a cop when I say I feel outraged, it's trash

Even a broken heart can give love

Just like a broken clock gives the right time twice a day

I fell from the truck or the ship, we make our death easier

When we complicate our life

But happiness is in the little things

The mood is at an all-time low, yeah

I close my eyes and I watch with my ears

I need to confide but I'm too proud to admit it

When did we start running away ? For how long have we been running ?

When did we start lying ? For how long have we been suffering

My head is in the clouds, seeing stars appeases me

On the roof of the building, you and I, stuck in a spider's web

We do what grown-ups do when they're fully naked

Forgetting that the majority of children is unwanted

Maybe he'll have your eyes, maybe he'll have your head, maybe he'll have my voice, maybe he'll have your nose

But we'll never know because we'll send him back to heaven, he's travelling without a visa

It's ironic but there's nothing familial about family planning

So few truths and so many lies, I'm whispering right now because I'm afraid of God hearing me

I talk more about God than I talk with God

I came alone but we'll go back together

I'm so resentful, I'm, I'm, I'm so resentful

I forgave the ones who hurt me when I saw the ones I hurt forgiving me

I go back to work on my tank, I'm crying tears of Chardonnay, stop messing around

I'm afraid of the final judgment but I'm living my life

Never talk to me again like I'm still Imany's Dinos

Inanimate bodies, the human has no humanity

Even God isn't unanimous

A large nose

France is afraid of me, yet, I'm the kind one in the hood

Leaving the door open, is even worse than slamming it

But happiness is in the little things (happiness is in the)

Happiness is in the little things (happiness is in the)

Everyday, I'm sinning and I'm digging myself deeper in

I believe in God but I don't know if he still believes in me

I say "he" but turns out, it could be a woman

It could be a wave, it could be a soul

So many things to say but I don't know who to tell them to

Sometimes, I'd like to go away but escaping is forbidden

I'm wondering who's making the laws

I remember : the ones who don't respect them

But I'm merely dying, using concussions as a way of locomotion

The older I get, the harder it is to control my feelings

Life scares me like a Desert Eagle

Like a death, like a screaming algerian

I was given very little but I was promised more

So I came back to spit fire as if I was Prometheus

I think about what we were when I'm looking at the stars

Happiness doesn't come to you, it comes from you

Slow down a little, you're driving way too fast

I remember when I was praying for everything I have today

Little things, happiness is in the little things, yeah

Why am I losing myself ? Why am I digging deeper ?

What do little minds do when the grown ones meet up ?

Little things, happiness is in the little things

Everything would end up badly, I'm done praying

Because if God gave me what I wanted, I'd use it wrongly

Little things, Amen