L'Honneur D'Un Peuple

I'm gonna write a piece in honor of our fathers and mothers who can lose everything for their children and finally only talk about their children who mess things up but we never talk about them who fight behind the scenes so their children stop messing things up.
Don't come act like a gangster, in my eyes you're mortal you'll die just like me, just like her.
You'll die and then what will you leave behind? Just crap so I advise you to put your heart to the test.
Because I've understood after years of wandering that neither men nor money bring happiness to people.
No human had the power to heal me, when after glory in the dark I drowned.
I owe my talent to no one on this Earth, not to my father nor my mother, that's why I often look at the sky and ask to be made someone reliable and proud.
I found my honor, a limitless happiness far from the showbiz hours and this world without merit.
And the way it's going, this piece is gonna hit hard, call me a snitch or an infernal rebel.
I'll tell you what I've seen, you tell me what you think, it seems from the start it's France's fault, this country only values the stock market regardless if its people can't even afford food.
It creates anxious mothers and pressured fathers then families crammed in concrete so no value like mine in their damn assembly, from left to right they all want to look alike.
Anyway they want the best of both worlds but they won't have our hearts nor our brothers nor our sisters.
Who do they think they are trying to preach and make us believe this country is just little blond kids in a choir?
No this country is Italians, blacks, Arabs, Spaniards...
This country is Portuguese bleeding themselves dry, Guadeloupeans, Martinicans getting angry when taxed.

Raise your hand in the air...
In honor of our fathers and mothers,
Raise your hand in the air...

This country for me,
This country, this country is a whole bunch of colors, a whole bunch of cultures, a whole bunch of futures,
This country is a suburb that wants to be seen, that sets off fireworks when called scum.
The biggest stars it's had are not Diams and Djamel but especially La bé pierre and sister Emmanuelle.
Rest in peace.
Far from the puppets and clowns who only have a butt in the gossip magazines
Don't make us believe that merit is being Puff Daddy, go tell my grandma, she'll tell you you're not cool, she'll tell you in Africa there are lots of kids starving and on the streets of Lille there are homeless people starving.
Merit is in your mother's arms so don't get defensive
Little sister if he's a thug don't hit on him.
I know what I'm talking about, I've been fooled, the biggest liars can come invite you for a drink, promise you the moon to end up being devils.
Now whoever wants my pen must talk to me about marriage, I've grown up since then; you see me on TV, in the meantime I've taken a few hits, I've taken a few years, in the face and I've observed the globe, Man's stupidity is war for gold and oil.
With French politicians, I clearly gave up, honestly what are they gonna do to dry our mothers' tears?

Raise your fist in the air...
Yeah Raise your fist in the air...

We may not all agree but I think, I think...
The President doesn't love us I read it in his wishes, he doesn't even love himself you can see it in his eyes, I have love in me, and very little hate, I save it for a few shitty journalists and for Le Pen I'm cordial.
Gentlemen, ladies, gently, if you don't like us, go take a walk elsewhere, because we're staying here and we'll take what's ours, this country doesn't bother us, it's you who are losers.
I'm too cool, too hip, I have too much style, in the meantime I love letters and I read ivaetzaken, I listen to Médine and Kerry James in the back of the Mercobenz, Boost the 113. When I travel first class I rap, don't confuse it with fashion, we have rage and style plus having a weapon we're not here to please clearly there's a barrier, pop music, I steal its wings and so what's it gonna do?
I make my little hits without even trying, a bit like the Chtis, long live the popular I'm neither a hipster nor a drag queen, I have a background, suburban and a golden family so I have the weapons to defend myself when sometimes approached.
If you do approach me, shake my hand because I'm like you
I'm nothing special but if little sisters want to be like me, I better hurry up to be a role model
I quickly need to build something other than records, to be mentioned like a mother, who fights like a big-hearted sister, who advocates charity and if I have a husband who kills well I don't care about your equality.
I'm a princess and all I deserve is a kingdom not to have... in front of clowns and gnomes
I advocate the honor of a people, that of our fathers and mothers
Raise your hand in the air...
Proud of their values
For their children they can lose everything right?! They can do everything?! They won't steal our hearts, they can violate our salaries we'll wage war 35 hours.
This country mentions Africa to feel good about itself but looks at America as a model of common sense, so they cut jobs especially in schools that's why young people only talk with LOL
This title is not just my thoughts, but a summary of what I expect from many French people.
Is France serious?
Hey Marianne look me in the eyes
Raise your hand in the air...
This country mentions Africa to feel good about itself but looks at America as a model of common sense
The French aren't stupid, yeah!
Don't make us believe that merit is being Puff Daddy, go tell my grandma, she'll tell you you're not cool, she'll tell you in Africa there are lots of kids starving and on the streets of Lille there are homeless people starving.
The biggest stars it's had are not Diams and Djamel but rather La bé pierre and sister Emmanuelle.
Rest in peace.
Far from the puppets and clowns who only have a butt in the gossip magazines!