C'est Donc Ça Nos Vies

The red star in front of my face, an honor diploma for her
Nothing for me, my honor fades away little by little
In our hearts freeze early, fear settles
For nothing, brothers shatter
Potatoes fly, bad hits keep coming
Like this damn life used to noise, to avoid tears
In their pockets, kids slide blades
Not easy to live with dramas
Mic in hand, I send my stuff, our worries on your phonogram
Regenerate the flame of real street poets, don't be relaxed
The atmosphere is tense or on the clothesline
Your body will play the hanged man
I conceived this text, like a shell
My rhymes slap the slaps
Like the Ashnoush schtafs playing the barracks
Feet in piss puddles, my neighborhood cracks
In the blocks, the devices point at us
Flash, bring out the guns, the story ends in handcuffs
That's so our lives, cursed, my people survive
The lives of loved ones, Lucifer puts them at a low price
I write, I pray to escape worries
like little brothers flee from cops
The spirit ablaze only goes out with liquid
Freeman I am, far from passive, I live
So what, that's so our lives, what's the point
Damn, to think that affection was a family

Chorus
20 years already, we drink the 16 and Smecta sachets
The crew messes around with plates of hash
City courtyard side, France shit side
Spying the colors of the painting, its frame
That's so our lives?

I learn to lose dude, every damn day
Faces at the copier, bitches' faces
Hey little buddy, what's up in their car
Cops zoom in, we smoke the weed, eyes
And miss the chance to close the deal
The cold cuts off your reason
Senses jump dry and under pressure
You end up ditching your buddies
So they wait for you downstairs to beat you up
At the first step in the hallway, watch out, danger behind
Tchack, tchack, it's the ambulance
In the operating room, they tell you you won't walk again
Under the porch, the junkie is on time
Grouped in the shadows, your ex-brothers laugh at your misfortune
In this story, who reaps and who sows
If they can't get you, they'll get those you love
There's a deadlock in the place
Gas in the pockets, the trap
Hide, hide with the cops, jump into the HH
The hate, it increases
And we also kill a poster sticker for example, it relaxes yeah
We arm ourselves, hide the guns, the blades
we kill the idiots to kill the screen
After the thirst for Vendetta, flash, blinds us
We kill people of our condition
Transition from a shitty childhood to
This rotten adult life for anyone here
That's so our lives?

Chorus

Tick, tock, countdown started, trench warfare
Verdun of the 20th century, how many made it out
Bags of cycles, chains, breaking them not easy
Rooted in the coral, the herd leads a tough life
Without a soul, the courtyard has no more trees
Concrete grows as fast as marble
Disgusted we bring out the weapons or we give up
We roll up our sleeves, the machine starts
Time passes, hooked by the angel, already begging
Cutting to the quick, only sacrificed way out
The young wreck, confront, face the riot police
Language of the left behind
The forgotten, armed detonators, three, two, one
Party over, night comes, then another day
Invisible, no one sees us, nothing stops us from scheming
Impalpable, as if a baton is abstract
Yet no poster sticker got killed
And God knows that pouring water on a carved stone
Won't make it grow
The thirst for life drives the kids crazy, no more mano a mano
Under the playgrounds now it's bullets in the brain
Lack of money weighs, guys become greedy
Buddies scam or stick up, as soon as the day fades
The walls end up cracking, the young end up in court
Dealers cracked, crack makes its entrance
Brothers screw over brothers, it's all for profit
Ending like this, that's so our lives...