Description
Composer: A2H
Composer: Clyde Bessi
Lyricist: A2H
Lyrics and translation
Original
Thank you for the flowers and the love
I'm nobody without my audience, I would have even remained a kid
I might have blown a ball between drugs and cops
Really not good at school, better with punks and toxic people
I had coffee and cigarettes, the kind of guy who does tons of them
Being a Marseillais just hurt me
I should have done coke, been strict in North Korea mode
The world is going to shit, yesterday I saw the one-eyed man's smoking source
A cutter in hand, the blade too close to the body
We talked business but we didn't make any noise
Damn I fucked the game, I took cash without signing
I will never stop burning, of course I dreamed of better
But we're not like all those little kids from the City of God
Our stories of shit and weed
There's no point in hurting each other
We are dirty among ourselves, why are we fighting among ourselves?
I can't move forward without mine, I feel like a bullet in my knee
I'm hip-hop, not long ago for everyone
People it was just a weird hobby
I remember everything we sacrificed for rap
And even when I pick up my guitar, well yeah I do it for rap
Holy shit, black or light skin
I arrived at the open mic with a big joint of weed
Sincere flows with the guys, the kids in my sect
Today there aren't many of us anymore, of course it's a bad thing
Yeah, lots of girls, cash
The two mixed together you lose your mind and in principle you crack
But fifteen years later
I'm a boss in the indie industry, that's indisputable
Nothing to do with gossip
What's on the contract? When do we negotiate?
Intrigued by the big numbers
This life has damaged us
Nothing to do with gossip
What's on the contract?
When do we negotiate?
Intrigued by the big numbers
This life has damaged us
Yeah