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