Nique les Clones, Pt. II [English translation]

[Chorus] x2

I only see clones, it started at school

Who do you give your shoulder to to get by?

Here, everyone plays their roles and dreams of millions of euros

And I've grown like a rose among the nettles

[Verse 1]

I'd promised you that one day you'd remember our faces

I'm not ready to shut up

From elementary to high school, depressed, I felt like a prisoner

Because the teachers always wanted to grade me

Yet, I liked the lessons, I was different

From all those who told me: "Either you suffer, or you fight

Me, I dreamed of adventure, scribbling on shop windows

I attacked everything that I was forbidden to do

Didn't give a shit about their sellout TV shows

I wanted to see the world before being called in front of God

And, to avoid being made fun of, I would read in secret

While the kids my age talked about cars

One of the guys from that time used to sell Armani Code

And, one day, he brought a gun to school

I was shocked to see him with a glock (Yes!)

I don't give a shit about your fucking codes (Yes!)

I was scared, I said it, but I have a heart, I'm saying it

But I am always there for my fucking mates

Now, for him, the sound of bullets is printed in his skull

Those who hang out in the pack, are dragged down

[Bridge 1] x2

Never give into peer pressure

In any way, when you're hurting, deep down, you feel doubt

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2]

I'm a drifter, don't tell me that we're supposed to stagnate

Fuck off, I'm not a homebody

Unstable, don't talk to me about settling down

When you're different from others, you want to fight

You're unlucky when you only have a dream that your parents don't want

Dragged downwards, don't worry, I promise you I'll fight

No, I don't like when I go for a walk and I see

This kid being hounded for having weight problems

But who do they thing they are? Sad puppets

I'm writing this thought for Christ to hear me

And, in our hearts, we are in the Ice Age

Aymé? He's more than a character from H*

We are not bar codes

You're popular on the networks, then your ratings disappear, no

We are not bar codes

You're popular on the networks, then your ratings disappear

People's eyes will transport you in front of the mirror mirage

But, I have anger, my vision of Rap, it's rare

As long as a miserable wretch falls asleep on the train

While the rat warms itself up on the rails

[Bridge 2] x2

Since we're forming carbon copies

Who only think about their own comfort

[Chorus] x2

[Bridge 3] x2

I educate my pain through talking about us

I multiply my senses like a handicapped person

Finding the path that is barely shown to me

I feel like Andy Kaufman in Man on the Moon

[Outro]

Fuck the clones

Fuck the clones

Fuck the clones

Fuck the fakers

«Those who've taken the whole dish on their plates

Leave the plates for others empty and who, having everything,

Say, with a happy look, a clear conscience

"We, we who have everything, we are for peace!"

Do you know what I must shout at them, at those people?

"The first violent ones, the agitators of all violence, are you!

And when, at night, in your beautiful houses, you go to kiss your little children, with your clear conscience, in the eyes of God, you probably have more blood on your oblivious hands which will never be desperate, than those who have taken up weapons to try to find a way out of their despair."»