Humanoïde

Have you ever been put down by the one you secretly loved?
Nice in private but cruel and light in front of others
Have you ever hit someone just to earn their respect?
No excuses, have you ever regretted it enough to cry?
Have you ever told yourself: "I need to wake up, I’m not 16 anymore"?
Just a lost soul, wandering and lurking for hours
Watching a guy get mugged, calling for help and bleeding out
In the same train car where you were alone
Did you look away? Disgusted by your own cowardice
Did you do crazy things afterward just to redeem yourself?
Is that why you got violent when the teacher kicked you out?
Did you identify with the work of Kourtrajmé?
Did you keep, back then
Heavy family secrets you can’t even share with your friends?
Not even two bucks for a coffee, did you dream of hitting on the waitress?
In the summer, in Paris, in the parks, you’d pull out the towel
Have you ever felt drunk imagining the sadness
Of those who know you if you blew your brains out?
Have you ever felt nature so much it hurt?
Would you like to leave wishing good luck to all the homies?
Have you ever lied to yourself?
Were you surprised when they said: "We care about you, man"?
Would you stay loyal, even terrified with a gun to your head?
Are you ashamed to check if your hair looks good in the pic?
Have you ever smashed the window of a store with your hands?
A victim of envy and stress that destroys our organs
While watching your blood drip, have you ever hidden away
To count your cash until a cop knocks you out?
Do you wake up in the middle of the night? Another inspiration
Knowing that alcohol and spliffs ruin the body and mind
Did you get back with her after she cheated on you?
Do you forget that you hated her and still want her?
Did you have to fight against the urge to slap her?
Did you swear you’d never lose control like that again?
Did you feel empty when they told you?
Did you blame yourself for not crying at her funeral? Did you force it?
Did it come more recently, over some trivial detail?
To the point of crying all night over an old French rap song?

I didn’t go to school, I don’t give a damn about your politics, I didn’t go to HEC
I don’t need that to express myself when I see the poor on the street
I know the shitty jobs, the friends who leave, the weed in the sock
I’ve long wondered if I could do something but now I know
No, I didn’t go to ENA or Sciences Po, I didn’t go to HEC
I don’t need that to express myself when I see the poor on the street
I know the shitty jobs, the friends who leave, the weed in the sock
I’ve long wondered...

I come from a world where even the dead are for sale, I move forward because the future pulls me
And I answer the questions from the last track with a yes
No one to lighten our burdens, what would you do in our place?
There are things we have to do alone, no one can lick our wounds
In our place, roaming the city with my dead cats
Sharing every grain, drowning our sorrow in every dream
Soaked to the bone under the downpour, gutter cats
In this tasteless life, we seek the flavors of yesterday
So blood spills, she waits for her savior, my princess
But one day, I’ll leave without a thing, drawn by the opposite senses
This urge to bomb when all the lights are red
I have a colorblind mind, you do wrong when you flaunt your good
My thoughts locked in a hermetic tin
An infinite love for my loved ones who forgive me, those who tolerate my ticks
Little respect for labelers, since my heart has the color of tigers
Cold blood under the fleece, I meditate
I talk to you about honor, ethics, our parents suffered standing
Every victory, they’re proud of us, that’s why we dedicate it to them
I have the anger of kids who are suddenly asked to choose their career
Who advised the career counselor?
My youth: its heart is bleeding, the cash is in rotation
Enjoying without paying attention lands you in detention
Forced to bury yourself in sound, find a damn reason to live
I’ve hit the walls, but it echoes empty
This is for the weird-looking kids, the thieves, the Elephant Man
The unstable guys who have damn values but defend them poorly, humanoid

Entering this flat world works against us; I’m flying, is it desire?
I’m afraid of myself because the wise aren’t those who fear the sword
Writer at night, I rap on the dunes for hours
A little grain of sand, solitude inspires me with tunes

And I hear all this rap in my head, like mantras that bind me
And even when we rise, there’s always something missing
As long as I keep stepping back to count my steps
The worst is realizing it’s not that they didn’t love you, it’s just that they ignored you
Worse than an Asimov robot, your life: a casino
You’re almost free locked in huge boxes
A battered woman gets slaughtered, disembodied carnage
Scarlet blood on the tiles, I keep that in a notebook
Too many kids in prison, flee this oppressive world
Too many precious moments, live in the present
I don’t give a damn about the clockmaker, you’d better think
Family of refugees never rehoused
When I talk about values, they talk about low prices
They despise mastery, I master contempt
Despite the spirit, we’re caught in the screams
Alone facing my reflection: no symmetry
And then I made the only one who loved me sad
The one who fell for my sad debris
And my regrets tear me apart because I’ve seen since
My writings destroy her, depression makes her thin
When love turns bitter, it inevitably comes to you
Like the end of a world where the dying sun is gray
Wounded like a hermit, I only describe eternity
Rotten becomes the spirit we’ve kneaded with modernity
I see only shop windows but what shines, we tarnish
Crises, crimes, screams, claws that we varnish

This is for the defective cyborgs, the Elephant Man
The unstable guys who have damn values but defend them poorly, humanoid

As if believing in my own happiness could bring me bad luck
I think it scares me so much I’ve suffered
Another text filled with confessions, for you, if love makes you blind
Why did I kiss her with my eyes open?
As if believing in my own happiness could bring me bad luck
I think it scares me so much I’ve suffered
Another text filled with confessions, for you, if love makes you blind
Why did I kiss her with my eyes open?