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Mom: It’s for the lost youth
I’m screaming out, what a crazy world
France feels so far away
Ah, my friend, it’s hard to breathe here (*2)

I’m screaming out, I’m the boss
This world is tough, man
Kind of like a lover
Oh God, it’s hard to breathe here

113: I’m a good friend, Karim
From the hood, born in the streets
I see the kids full of courage
It’s for this, for that
Our hometown kids
From every age

Mom: I’m screaming out, I’m the boss
This world is tough, man
Kind of like a lover
Oh God, it’s hard to breathe here

113: I’ve got a hard head like a melon, a brick
Spitting stories like I’m on the block
My parents came here to change our fate
Born in France but still living underground
Like an immigrant
Who just saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time
In a future that’s tight for this youth
Who finds the school path too long
On the streets, building a reputation
Would do anything for some cash
Cunning like a fox
We open our hearts
What a joy to remember the past like JSK

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113: Lost youth destined for temp jobs
We’re not hard to figure out
In our way of life, there’s no mystery
We didn’t choose where we land
In the terrible situations we find ourselves
Sometimes we perish
Everything moves too fast for us
We’re folding under justice
We’re not counting on winning the lottery
Smoking junk
While waiting to see what life has in store
May God protect you
In the midst of those who feel alone
Like in the middle of the desert.

Mom: tilèlè lèlèlèla......

113: I’m sending a rhyme to the vermin
Number one in the hustle
From the pavement, the bricks
Who want to shine like Real Madrid
Trying to stay safe
Don’t bring me down
I’m just like you
From a family that had no cash
Whether you’re a tennis player or a baller
Listen, over there it reflects well that we talk about it
Since in Microude, my base, a neighborhood the cops patrol
The city walls and prison walls get torn down when it gets serious
Patience shatters like windshields
Oh, I feel for our poor mothers
Sna èna khôk
I just want to be here
In the place
For a daïtia
Our hometown kids
For the youth in a coma

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