Laisse pas traîner ton fils

At the dawn of the year 2000
For the youth, it's not the same deal
For the one who lingers, as for the one who goes straight
Anyway, there are no more jobs
The loop is closed, the system is drowning
And the youth are fed up, tainted by silence
The only way out is the street even when it's in blood
It's not a problem for those who are prepared, if possible
Some of them might even do better
But for the others, it's clear, it won't be easy
Don't hide the truth, it's not enough to sell 'kilos'
You have to hold the knife for tomorrow
Make sure your loved ones are okay
Avoid knife blows
To keep your property intact
Your team compact, united, listening to the scanner to stay in touch
Or decide to move, avoid red zones, and
Never take breaks
Is that what you want for your son?
Is that how you want him to grow up?
I have no advice to give, but if you don't want him to slip
Look at him, when he speaks, listen to him!
Don't let him seek elsewhere the love that should be in your eyes

Don't let your son linger
If you don't want him to slip
To bring you vice
Don't let your son linger
If you don't want him to slip
Damn, it's by saying to me: 'I never asked to have you!'
It's with these formulas, too drunk, well, I must believe
That my father contributed to bind me with the street
I had the illusion of finding better, I saw
What a fourteen-year-old kid, with the age gap
Can see, it was like a mirage
No more prohibitions, just have long enough teeth
To bite into life, enjoy everything that comes
The street knew how to take me because it trusted me
Something that with my father was like a nuisance
None of us wanted to put the pieces back together
Every attempt showed us that we really had too much ego
My father wasn't a singer, he liked dirty songs
Especially those that hit you like a big stab in the chest
Thinking he was playing it smart. He didn't want to, didn't even try
To put away that damn pride that cut family ties
Every day a little more
I didn't feel more valued than a car at the scrapyard
So I had to give up, find my own accomplices
My sliding partners
Sorry if I intrude

What did you want your son to learn in the street?
What virtues did you think were taught there?
Didn't you see how it stinks outside
But how it smells like death?
When you breathe that, man, you're like stillborn
You end up stubborn
By turning in circles
Your brain fails you, then makes funds
And it's really not good when you lose control
When for the eyes of others, you play your role better and better
Your role of 'ca-ra', just so that
They don't say to you: 'There, you're no longer part of the
'mille-fa' from below'
It's crazy but that's how it is
Know that down here, more than anywhere else, survival is a fight
Based on low blows, 'tom-ba' blows
Dodges and 'Paw!' of damn 'stom-bas'
Don't let your son linger
If you don't want him to slip
To bring you vice
No, don't let your son linger