Demain C'Est Loin

The ink flows, the blood spills
The blotting paper
Absorbs the emotion, a bag of images in my memory
I talk about what my loved ones experience and what I see
Guys sunk by despair drifting away

Guys who tear each other apart for 20,000 of shit
I talk about daily life, listen well my phrases are not funny
Laugh, smile, some have lost it, I think of Momo
Who told me never again, I never saw him again

To tempt the devil to get out of the mess, you won, brother
But it's always misery for those pushing behind
Push to push in the middle of a concrete field
Grow up in a parking lot and see the big guys bring in the cash

Poverty makes you think in the blink of an eye
We cut, compress, cut, wrap, sell
Left and right, we bring in the crack money
Yeah, that's life, and don't talk about welfare here

Here, young people's dream is the Golf GTI, Tachini tracksuit
Pick up women with ease like many
On Scarface, I'm like everyone else, I have a good time
Thank God, I grew up, I'm smarter, he dies in the end

The end, the hunger, hunger justifies the means, 4, 5 dirty tricks
And we hold on until tomorrow, then we'll see
We walk in the shadow of the devil from evening to morning
Hiding in a corner, knife in hand, highwayman

Highway, highway, there's no two to be a god
Hit like an anvil, don't drop your eyes, the envious want
A road to enter, two to get out, 3/4 leather
Succeed, vanish, become a memory

Memory being so young, having a full repertoire
Guys erased from the map that we erase like a blackboard tchpaou!
it's dark
Believe in who, in what, guys are all mirrors
Go in the same direction, want to fill their drawers

Drawer, we spend our lives there, we end up there before knowing hell
On earth, we build our paradise
Fiction, disillusionment too strong, bring out the weed
Reality hits too hard, need for escape

Escape, escape, effort of imagination, everything is gray here
The walls, the minds, the rats at night
We want to escape from prison, a needle passes, we take action
False diversion, one day you lose your mind

Lose your mind, some lucky ones have it in their brains
Others send them for a handful of bills, fraternal war
Weapons grow like weeds
The image of the gangster spreads like gangrene sows its seeds

Seeds, seeds, delinquent seed what do you hope for? All young
We teach them that nothing makes a man except money
To the discreet sharpshooter to the organized group, the root becomes a field
Too big, impossible to stop

Stopped, sticky at the start, lucky at the end
We take three months, the rumor spreads, the reputation grows
The bars are less scary, it's routine, vulgar thorn
Fine sketch in Chinese ink, figurine that sometimes comes to life

Comes to life, animated animated by a furious desire for money
The night falls, no matter what the weather, we roll the dice, we have to gamble
Lose and win, come back with a few extra papers
It will help, no one will ask where they fell from

Fall or not, for everything, for nothing we take the risk, no problem cousin
Anyway in both cases, we're doing well
Live like a dog or a prince, there's no comparison
We make a choice, roast the leg of lamb, the jewels shine

Jewels, a dream, pockets full but the target is far, the arrow
Ricochets, the devil adds another notch too ugly the guys tick
Their own box, shoot for cash, I hear the bells,
the pickaxe blows
Digging a hole is too easy

Easy, easy the jacket of the obedient bourgeois of the same fear
And porcelain in the windshield
Tchac! the razor on the handbag, here come the talbins
That's all day, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow

Tomorrow? It's not the problem, we live day by day
We don't have time or we lose money, others take it
Tomorrow is far, we're not in a hurry, as we go along
We move forward watching our backs to talk to the future

Future, the future won't change much, the next generations
Will be worse than us, their lives will be more gloomy
Our future is the minute after the goal, anticipate
Prevent before being nailed

Nailed, nailed to a bench nothing else to do, we drink beer
We whistle at the gas workers who have no brother
The walls hold us like flypaper
We're here, we'll never get out, Satan holds us with his pitchfork

Pitchfork, straddle the risks second after second
Every opportunity is another stone added to our slings
Against their lasers, some despair, many touch the ground
The stubborn refuse the suicidal fight

Suicidal, stunned, the gods watch, the human being heading towards the wrong
Side of eternity with a firm and determined step
They will prefer to roam up and down, we will get bored
Only here do angels sell smoke

Smoke, another puff, the veil has fallen
Head on the pillow, the shit momentarily faded
Through the window, a scream enters, a man gets robbed
A child gets caught, handcuffed for a Cartier

Handcuffed, feet and hands tied by fate
Prisoner of the dungeon, destiny is the jailer
The turf the arena we grew up with games
Brave gladiator, but life is tough, we fight as we can

In the tall buildings
Misunderstanding, bands of supposedly poorly raised kids
Frictions, excitement, civilian patrols
Useless fear, stupid legends and myths

Kilo of hashish, poets armed with a pen
Reserves of creativity, hangars, silos
It goes to block 20, pack of Heineken in hand
Forget by pulling on a big joint

African princesses, single mothers, plastic
Full of glue, scraper with a lunatic mass
Parallel economy, team as tough as a rock
Little Dons who seriously control their spots

We pop the Veuve Cliquot, parked like in Mexico
Cement horizons, pickpockets, junkies
Honest people ignored, super cops, Zorros
Politicians and journalists visiting the zoo

Respectful Muslims, humble family fathers
Speakers blasting jungle music
Devastated entrances, shattered car bodies
Swarm of kids coming to scratch

Orange lights coming on, smoking chimneys
Impromptu football games on the asphalt
Golf, VR6, screeching tires
Silence broken by police sirens

Faconnable polos, shabby tracksuits
Mothers with admirable character traits
Fake hash, prison stories
Stupid divisions, piles of embers

Oriental clichés, spicy cuisine
Pretty tree names for buildings in the cement forest
Midday desert, scorching sun
Life at night, during the month of Ramadan

No distractions, create a little action
Dice game, card game, money bets, nasty attraction
Uninterrupted laughter, impromptu arrests
Corrupt district mayors

Walking on used syringes, dreaming of traveling
Car radios in business, batch of stolen chains
Bastard without return, ruthless psychopath
Best friendships a guy can find

Sports geniuses honing their skills on vacant lots
New jokes, terrible flirting techniques
Individuals cracking under stress
No one moves, no one will be hurt

Ether vapor, scarlet water, alcohol
Brink's van drunk like the jackpot
It's not funny, the dog bites locked in the cage
Foaming with rage, the bars climb to the second floor

Dealing hashish, it's wise if you want to get the woman out
If you dive, the farm, there's no drama
But school is not far, troubles are not far either
It starts with slaps on the ass, it ends with arrests

Look at the street, what changes? Only the seasons
You drool concrete, spit concrete, shit concrete
Fight for brass, does it pay off
Don't regret the bills when the cops knock on the door

Three colors on the posters treat us like scum
It's not Manila okay, but cigarettes are torpedoed
Guilty innocent, it talks cash, percentage
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, it's stressful

Very early, the family is already outside, Kader's gang
Go fuck your mother, shit on your ass, they're already talking sideways
Not easy to talk about love, work in the factory
The beautiful gazelles break their backs in the kitchens

The elected officials rehash renovation to reassure
But it's always the same shit, behind the last layer
Of paint, dreams lie buried in the yard
At twelve years old driving, dying, ending up like Tupac Shakur

Look at the photos, legal today, buddy
A lot of friends have already killed themselves on a motorcycle
Once you win, a thousand times you lose, the future is a lottery
For this, I dedicate my texts as an ex-voto, man

Here you are judged by a strong reputation
Miss and every day the guys piss on your door
It's the minimum price and watch out
Those who weigh transform the sector into an oppidum

Frozen, the atmosphere electrifies, there are plenty of seats
Frozen concrete serves as a cold ice floe
Kids want to go out, the