Writing is the first act of a man deprived of his freedom
I have the names of prisoners engraved on the walls of jails as my witness
Pure as young love
The whispers grow louder, no sooner do we live that we die
Tis the sound of caves going back up and disturbing these fucking residents
Had to cheat the system to get away, fuck the subway and its full rates
Word in the streets about me is: « You’re hotheaded » but the saddest part about life
Isn’t things happening to you, but rather nothing happening at all
When one of my people gets tired, we take turns
And if one of my people falls, we get them back up
But if one of my people leaves, I can’t get over it
Although I’m sure we leave behind these grounds to better rise again
We’ll be there for his mama, one of my people falls, we get him back up
We’ll be there for his mama, we only leave to better rise again
The body’s identified by the coroner
When only yesterday he was playing soccer
You need some cojones when life comes to hit you hard
One more torn page, one more sin atoned for before rebirth
You wanna make money and be crowned king?
You wanna kick down all doors for that breeze
No, no, not honest yet, I confess, I’m heartbroken
Love’s my only cure, I only have water but
I have my pack behind me, but some deceive me
Telling me we are miles away from being reborn
When your lucky star is modest, a dark sky
A tear that purifies your pupils, an addict retrieves
A razor blade we’ll speak of much later, but that for now
Only carves « Help » in the public bathroom
Whatcha even know about guys who get high ?
Survival is worth a suffering addict
A man alone with only a razor blade, and suddenly his soul leaves
Suffocating under the sound of an opened can
We leave to rise again
Winding paths or decent ones
Everybody leaves to rise again
Who’s gonna be there for his mother ?
Love is my cure
We leave to rise again, dark sky, dark sky
Two, three, four...
Ah ahhh ah ah ohhh
Diabi, tell me when it’s good
Ah ahhh ah ahhh ah
Above the clouds, the sun shines
Back on earth, the sky is dark, a mother buries her dead
All in this together, but where do we go ?
We’re all blind passengers
Passerbyes wear masks and devour it all, like a mass
That looks like No-Face from Spirited Away
Demons congregate around the body we pick up
And the blood look black under the revolving light
They only think about the money so watch me grab them euros
I’m at the top and I’ve become a lion
Love is an essence
Death is birth
One day, there won’t be anything left of these
Nothing left of these fading horizons
Nothing left of our mothers, of our sons, of my music
Only these spitting volcanoes
And no more lightning striking
No more flowers nor a grain of salt
And no more clouds falling onto us
When concrete golems rise up to the sky
There will only be trembling stars
Falling into these vanishing galaxies
No time, no dimension, no meaning
The universe will go back to what it was before its birth
A dark sky