Tout Ce Qu'Ils Veulent

Give me again (x4)
Hey yo, each with their own identity but for all the same nation.
Give me again (x4)
Each with their own culture but for all the same country but we're sure that...

All they want is for France to shut the hell up, once again the machine is set in motion.
All they want is a nation as an idol, once again the verdict has fallen.

All we want is to feel at home.
Facing adversity, here I stay.
You close your door and you're welcome at my place.
My identity keeps growing.

I attack the desire to leave the country. I attack for my brothers, morality, and our lives. I attack like these laws do, attacking lies and contempt, I attack, and in your pact, a damn irony.
I drag your speech, I drag your behind, I drag all your men when they send back the charters, even the calmest ones become furious in times of war.
Give the fire hey ho, give the fire hey ho.

As immigrants, everything we do, our parents give us the right.
Not to doubt who we are, what we do here.
Values are lost, none will bring them back. My colors on the flag of three are not enough, we don't choose where we're born, not always where we go, brother, without papers, giving the Romans the choice, we even kill men, some become prey, we create laws for that!

Born in France, YEAH, I love it, it's my land when it respects its girls, it means it respects us, we stand tall, proud, our roots, our fathers, the result of a shared history, love, and they go hand in hand. Raising three colors on the flag is not enough to color this picture, of this country, of this people so beautiful, identity is not summed up in one word.
What our fathers did, leaving, or fleeing their lands, changing hemispheres, beware of all these settlers, adapting to this nation was done with the sweat of their brows, here winning a galley to find landmarks, acclimating to the lands, today more than yesterday so many questions, confusions, being French is not just a decision!

I take on myself and my writings become clearer, another text that reveals your weaknesses, weaknesses, what emanates from you is hurtful in the end, I protect them when my own are touched, as foreign as when nobility is mentioned to me, nobility and all your laws will not apply to anyone. You take what interests you, selective immigration, you sing the national anthem as a punitive measure, your national identity remains, yet another beautiful nonsense more than an alternative, it's taking us for idiots, politics hides behind your words, it's taking us for idiots!!

All they want is for France to shut the hell up, once again the machine is set in motion.
All they want is a nation as an idol, once again the verdict has fallen.

All we want is to feel at home.
Facing adversity, here I stay.
You close your door and you're welcome at my place.
My identity keeps growing.

Give me again (x4)
All we want is to feel at home, you close your door and you're welcome at my place.

Written by Biron from the KAS, Dub Inc !!!!!!!!!!!