[Intro]
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Back to the Future
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[Chorus]
I hesitated between listening to the sound of my soul
Or listen to the sound of my weapon
Or listen to the sound of my weapon
I hesitated between listening to the sound of my soul
Or listen to the sound of my weapon
Or listen to the sound of my weapon
Because the time is not to the flattery
And my heart is to the drums
Because my blood is to my country
I want that the life make me a treat
The time is not flattery
Because my heart is on drums
And my blood is my homeland
I want that the life make me a treat
[Verse 1]
The city lights make me insomniac
At the asylum I write better than François Mauriac
The world has lost in a street of Iraq
In danger from the Knights of the Zodiac
Evil is everywhere because it is in us in different aspects
After winning the war
It will take me to go win the peace
I always come to the side where the sun rises
The battles make rage I think of a truce
I realize that I am much smaller than my dreams
Men are all sick I seek remedy, if
Antibiotics are not automatic, 9 mm yes
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[Verse 2]
If it does not kill it makes it stronger
Amine whenever I'm doing
I ride to the top, no one stops me
Only the right line fall asleep me
You spend your life running
But we don't pierced with a pair of heels
You come back idly
Because the chance is only the smile of the talent
I remember of who miss me
I remember the name of each banknote
I remember the battle of the conflict of the fight
Because I have the memory of a tank
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I know my future will be the zoo
I think we all have the same biopic
Wherever we are alike is that we are all unique
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Of 93 I am the hardliners
Small drop train major for sure
So I forget nothing, old scars often turn into new injuries, for sure
Both hands in debris
I paint the crying and screaming
There is no point being bitter
Because tomorrow is written
African freed from my chains
I know that sorrel attracts these hyenas
That the earth revolves like all these bitches
My head is spinning like a wind
It is hatred that I hum
Armed, I'm for justice, no matter who gives it
I talk about Samba, Siata, El-Hadi
I'm for truth, no matter who say it
[Chorus]