Oui je le suis [English translation]

[Verse 1]

Oh! Sefyu! What kind of car do you drive, calculate

How much do you make, who's your girl, who are you driving around

Still 9-3 or have you changed your registration?

Why don't we ever see your face on film?

I have the album in the weights room, I kill myself with it in my cell

It speaks to me when my future seems written in lower case

I'm here because of the 2-3 scoundrels who turned on me

Incredulous before the judge, they screwed me

Do you remember me? The one who had Sefyu written on his sweater

That even rolled a joint, filmed while speaking nonsense

I'm writing to you because my brother is running where the bullets were

I better understand "Am I my brother's keeper" in retrospect

Because young people are in the Matrix, the capsule

And because a murder is not reimbursed by social security

Money is not worth a man, trust me

My wife was pregnant when they gave me my sentence

Her father had told her I was not a good man

But she would not listen, always had my back

My son is orphaned as I'm writing this

Right now my father is in the hospital

A surgical intervention has become essential

At the thought he might not make it, my face is white with fright

Prisoner, I've sealed my fate

Here people commit suicide to make sure they're really dead

My eyelids lower the balcony awnings

With my body I slipped off the edge because they screwed me for my wrongs

Don't worry religion is holding me back

Cut my veins on the edge of a sardine can, of course not cousin!

All right Zehef I'm out, be well

Continue to represent wallah that you're a good guy

P.S. Pass the peace to G8

I was told that you did concerts in prisons

If frankly on occasion you could dedicate me 2-3 t-shirts

You see it's for my son, you see his name is Ryan

It would make me really, really happy Sef'

Frankly you see I thank you for everything Sef'

Thank you

[Verse 2]

Oh! What's up Molotova! What kind of car do you drive? A 7Q?

How much do you take, who's your girl? What's your experience?

Still 9-3? Or have you changed your registration?

Tell me why you always hide your eyes on film

I'm writing to you live from Dakar, stopover from hell

I fled France because of the carriage

I went through Algeria, I landed in Mali

Traveled the rest of Bamako Saly by taxi

I'm black like them

But they call me the Frenchman here, what a shame

I do not get the language and my parents were born here

Their looks scrutinize me, as if I was not from their homeland

One thing goes wrong and they repatriate me

Shopkeepers want to extort me

Because of my accent that doesn't pronounce the "Rrrr"s that stink like Camembert

Yesterday my cousin told me, "How's it going little white guy?"

No answer, I left there a white man

My ass isn't stuck between two chairs, I have a chair stuck up my ass

My uncles think that in Europe we have no excuse

My cousins ​​believe that the suburbs are not a taboo

Of African ethnicity, but really I'm a white guy

The Moroccan justice wants bills

The Senegalese police looted me

The Oran customs shocked me

Because a French passport is synonymous with "to shine"

Since my arrival I experienced hazing

My suitcase robbed as if taken hostage

I saw my clothes disappear while they were drying

My cap, socks, sneakers being worn by the neighbourhood! (Hehe!)

No worries, it's my pleasure

All right Sef' as usual come out with a damn album that will tear it up

P.S. You see Sef', here

We don't have bars, you see I don't have bars

But I'm locked up psychologically, you see

It's like I was in a prison, you see

But a prison, outside what, you see

But never mind, you see it doesn't matter

We have many cousins ​​who dig you here

If you could send two hats to No. _ in building No. _

Frankly it would really be a pleasure

Thank you Sef'