Je M'Écris Feat Grand Corps Malade et Zaho

If I couldn't write, I'd be mute
Condemned to violence in the dictatorship of secrets
Overwhelmed by all these feelings without words
I'd fade away like a sea without water
My life wouldn't be the same
As true as I could have taken yours
My talent got corrupted in the illicit
Where moments of happiness are eclipses
When they're not just ellipses
So I wrote in a rush
As if my life depended on it under the sirens of ambulances
I wrote by instinct, by survival
I found myself writing to cope with life
Yeah, too much of me in my writings
Maybe I don't write anymore, I write myself
I surrender my being to my letters
'Cause writing without soul is just being
I don't write just to forget
Sometimes I write so they can never forget
So they can never deny the martyrdom of the brave
Suddenly I write of volcanoes that I etch in ink of flame
I only make music to resonate, to make the wounded hearts vibrate
I write only to speak the truth
If I hadn't had the words, what would I be?
On the bench of the melancholics, my poetry sits

Between the hammer and the anvil
I had to sharpen my pen
When I'm lost in the fog
I make my bitterness sing
So I write, I scream, I write
I have no choice, I write, I scream, I write

Like a dedication to slam, it starts a cappella
All these voices that cleanse the soul, all these voices that brought me here
If suddenly my words take flight, it's because the beat lands
I took my finest pen to respond to Kery
And when the piano restarts, it's to highlight our struggles
If I write, it's to face my regrets and my hopes
Alone on stage, facing the crowd, never think I feel superior
If you never see my tears, it's because they flow inside
There's very little certainty in my writings
But if I scratch out so much text, it's 'cause my desire hasn't shrunk
Desire to believe that in our time, people can still listen to each other
Where I live, there are too many kids that life has already disgusted
I write, because the trials inspired me
I write like all those kids that the pavement made sweat
If there are so many young people in our suburbs who decide to fill all these pages
Maybe life here deserves a few testimonies
I write, because it just takes a sheet and a pen
Like the last of the failures can express themselves, no need for a philosophy degree
I write mainly to transmit and because I still believe in sharing
In the exchange of emotions, a smile on a face
We won't change the world, we're just chroniclers
Of a black and white daily life that we try to color
But if we don't change the world, the world won't change us either
We have hearts in our pens and sincerity as a virtue

Between the hammer and the anvil
I had to sharpen my pen
When I'm lost in the fog
I make my bitterness sing
So I write, I scream, I write
I have no choice, I write, I scream, I write
Between the hammer and the anvil
I had to sharpen my pen
When I'm lost in the fog
I make my bitterness sing
So I write, I scream, I write
I have no choice, I write, I describe, what I describe.