I want to live abroad; all my life, I have moved around
I've lived in the suburbs, I've even lived in Paris,
I've thrown my phone to not make you bother me
So don't come interrogate me, send your questions by mail
I have the impression that you don't hear me, when it doesn't work, I eat
Like a madman and lately I've gained a lot of weight
There is something to be depressed about when you are pacifist
So, the news, it's been a while that I haven't followed
I hate the success but must think that it's not enough
And, if I was hundred percent myself, I would not even make this film
And, errors, I will surely make others,
I don't care about money
But I don't want that others make about my back
Though I manage my society in entrepreneur mode
And I am interested in the species like an anthropologist
It's hard to live of your passion before that it is solid and profitable
I have the impression of having made your profits dirty, [?] and that's not the pressure
Yeah, my future woman will walk
With a ring on the arm instead of a ringer on the finger
I have erased the sounds which speaks about you
Isolated on a perch, I came back down from the roof
The riveted eyes on the emptiness, I want to see myself aspire
I taste quickly the smell and I thank you
for having me inspired
The only means of possessing, you, it's posing ideas
For the pigments, I've mixed your tears and the dust of the star
I have been patient, reunited every eyelash which detached
When you cried, to make the sweetest brushes
We found ourself plunging in the black hole
It's troubling: if it is to bleed, what's the point of being open
I no longer knew how to love before you had relearned
I hate the rap of the whites, I love the rap where you put nothing after
The pigeons lie in wait for a pressing air
Undesirables but who worries about their existence?
Above, I feel like them, we don't need their assistance,
Below, less and less resistance and the racists are dancing
Would only need that we move ourselves, sometimes the shower is cold
Push back the wild animal, you need a touch of foundation before they touch your forms
The professors want us to study, they are right
But we grant a bit to credit to the truths when they leave the mouth of the fakes
Yeah, it's sad
But before the sheet, it's me, the king
MC, no need of fraud when the art fulfills your dreams
Even if we want to be rich like the literary Arab
If there is a chance, I take it: if there is a lesson, I learn it
I could have crossed the frontiers but not like a young Afghan
A small Arab who does foolishnesses, he's a thug for France
A small Black, he's the same but, when he's a small Blanc, it's just 'a rascal'
In the middle of the storm, the backs turn around
You come back down from your strength under estle but, there, everything ascends again
The world, it is not all around, and the rappers,
It's not wholesalers, they want to steal like the whole world
You lie in the sound, the road tracks you: and I, at the bottom, I am rather at peace
Indeed utopian, but I feel it, this fucking piss
Want to take you off, when you see the news
And then you are lost in the Milky Way
The kids fuck each other adultery, the troubles catapult each other
Then why do you stink of joints in your hair to the Air Max
I wait for my brother on the right way, he is stuck in traffic
If I had to catch thugs, I would buy two/three cops
My mom gave birth to a human so unbalanced
Only need that I am sure of being a front of asking: "Who is it, the right ones?"
When you live in the slum, you still have your trick
That one, it's for your little Roms like Darius
Before, I only wanted Nikes, the sound makes us bastards,
I did not take the big head since the time of the Golden Eye
I need Paris like Côte & Match, but when you walk
I need to hide myself, I wear the hood like a coat of mail
Is it the rap that saved me?
All the objects composing the universe, the galaxies, the dusty cluster, the stars move away from each other inexorably... like us