Mal à la vie [English translation]

[Verse 1]

My heart, my lungs: my stomach is shaping a triangle of pain

I don't know what's wrong with me, I suffer from my entire color

My whole life, my whole soul, everything is going badly in my family

I no longer see my son, I can't hold back my tears when I'm praying

I have enough to eat or to sleep, I'm not disabled

I have lost my appetite, my motivation being stuck on my sofa

Worn out, I've drawn too much on my energy

I have swum too far and the waves prevent me from surfacing

Flayed alive success, my ears are burning

As if I was hurting them because I succeed

My position requires a lot of self-control

I wasn't born here, my frankness does so that I am alone against them

Unhappy but robust and stout-hearted

When you lose your self-reliance, when you badly fell in love 1

God, help me! God, love me! God, protect me, keep me safe!

The devil hassles me, I take it on the chin

Sick of the society, of the showbiz and their high society parties

I ignore the Rap Game, I sell2 my trophies

Suffocating, feeling like I've done everything

[Chorus]

Day and night my life aches

I take on my choices, what I am

My fall will make my enemies happy

I'm losing my strength, what's happening to me?

To each his own ordeal, rich or impoverished

Of all that I lack, of all that I write

God is testing me, but I have faith in him

I'm disillusioned with man, with corrupted hearts

[Verse 2]

For locked up brothers and sisters: bear your misfortunes patiently

Your mind's at large, does justice make sens?

By confining the existence, the weak seal hope

Lose their meaning, obsessed by the visiting room's ghosts

They open your cage after they've cut your wings

Sort it out by yourself, don't count on them to repay for your aftermath

One becomes what he has endured, incarnation of the resentment

It's so dark in the hearts that your feelings get hit by walls

Worn out to keep believing, man doesn't know what more to do to deceive

Accustomed to give but never receiving

Doing beyond my duty, misunderstood

Like the symptoms of serial killer have a price

Because of the cess3, the lack of affection, or the contempt

The frustration of someone buried alive who cries his survival

If you can hear me in your depression: you need to put things into perspective

To see through the third world's eyes, or through the eyes of those whose future is paralyzed

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

All unbalanced, to different degrees

Some have lost the key, withdrawn into themselves

The taste for insipid life reflects a scrambled happiness

The close ones doesn't have the network to get the signal

The number of friends gradually shrinks

I end up alone with my pen over the bars

The feeling that they stand in my way on earth

The days dig into us and the years bury us

You who have just lost a loved one, you take it

But never pay tribute to it

Handle it, your heart takes it and time comes to terms with it

Suffer in silence like a deaf-mute

For those who hit the bottom of the bottle

Those who roll on their puke

Problems served on a silver platter

In lack of love and money, it's urgent

Dry your tears, if you're sent into pain, take the wheel

It's more brave than putting a blade on one's forearm and playing the violin with it

Like a tree in autumn, I lose my abilities4 at each season

Nothing surprises me any more, I feebly hold back my senses with a smidgen of faith5

[Outro]

Victim of being conscious, victim of passions

See the bright side, God is with patient people

[Chorus]

1. pun between "tomber amoureux" (to fall in love) and "mal tomber" (to come at the wrong time)2. "bicrave" means "to sell drugs" in slang, but by extension it means "to sell sth"3. "cess" on the Urban Dictionary4. pun between "perdre ses feuilles" (to lose one's leaves) and "perdre ses moyens" (to go to pieces)5. pun between "du bout des doigts" (on my fingertips) and "du bout de la foi" (on the"tip" of my faith)