If happiness took my phone number brother , may it calls me
Music makes minds become milder boy, may it appeases me
What we want is peace brother, on our earths, not their war
Therefore our adversaries want us to be silent
The angel of Death doesn't call up before coming
To get eaten by worms bro , there's no casting
The end is soon so I don't make myself too many films
I don't want to burn out like the cigars bosses smoke
There are orphans, widows for frontiers matters
It's with missiles that heads of states make them clam up
The prayers of victims that they recite once their foreheads are on the ground
Knowing that patience & success go together
I'm bored like a kid in an art gallery
& I feel I got screwed up like an Afro-American of Harlem
I'd like to step on it like in front of an orange light
I'd like to earn a few coins to make my parents a little happy
Sometimes I'd like to be someone else
I'd like to be a pious man who contents himself with water & a few dates ( I swear )
My life frightens me , I know what's after death
I don't want to get smashed in like Americans in Pearl Harbor
Here it's not the cats that climb on the gutters
But the little burglars do, I can hear them laughing about their plan of yesterday
I've even seen them standing in the Noctant
Little plastic bottle but don't ever think there's water in it
& That's nothing , there's even worse at 16th district's girls
Some of them have more complexes than the women who live thanks to sex
Too many things are going on , hopefully I don't know them all
But I wouldn't be in the midst of crap if the Devil didn't sh*t everywhere
I'm afraid my actions are those of the people in Hell
The key of Heaven isn't in a Lancel bag
Far is the time when gays would make out on the sly
Now they snog in the city center wearing multicoloured clothes
But come on get lost , come on get lost
All these practices aren't clean
Our bodies will be nothing but an ash heap , death will just be a bridge
My memo got filled with an army of fat pedophiles
Without his suit Sarko looks like Kamel Suedo
I have the hunger of an Haitian who tries to get off his ghetto
But who doesn't find any exit except that he's right to be poor
Because those who live in palaces don't thank alot , aren't grateful to their Lord ,
Are from dirty races , they do everything so wads pile up
Changing the world is impossible like playing soccer when your bones are broken
I'm even more in despair when I see that brothers are corrupted
Temptations are nocive but we pretend we don't know it
When the Man builds his house upon his passions rather than upon his knowledge
If happiness took my phone number brother , may it calls me
Music makes minds become milder boy, may it appeases me
What we want is peace brother, on our earths, not their war
Therefore our adversaries want us to be silent
The angel of Death doesn't call up before coming
To get eaten by worms bro , there's no casting
The end is soon so I don't make myself too many films
I don't want to burn out like the cigars bosses smoke
There are orphans, widows for frontiers matters
It's with missiles that heads of states make them clam up
The prayers of victims that they recite once their foreheads are on the ground
Knowing that patience & success go together
My opinion , I won't be that missed when I pass away
Like the rapists Alain Guy-Georges or Fourniret
Dude , litres get drunk , in the ghetto parents are afraid
Godfathers kill each other to win the crown , I vote yes in a few sites
Hey , that's heavy , it's alike me & my little brother
I will soon get unmarked like the Europe Cup's tournaments
Nig*er , we were told ' Stay in these slums
Where light sends to sleep ' , the dark told us everything
When you , when we go ahead to enter , we're under drugs
Go kill the neighbor next door so we can avoid cops , or what
I'm bored in this world , it's been weeks I'm becoming withdrawn
It's been months we talk about it
Don't come to see me when I'm in the spotlights
Sh*t , apart from the real ones , the renegades , the brothers
All day long we drive with no brakes , sometimes I have regrets
Bro , the past of a slave & the future of an athlet
My life is a descent to Hell in a bob-sleg
If happiness took my phone number brother , may it calls me
Music makes minds become milder boy, may it appeases me
What we want is peace brother, on our earths, not their war
Therefore our adversaries want us to be silent