Regrette

I was born dust and I will return dust
And the Sun will rise at the same time as misery, brother
You left, you were there in front of me talking about Yarabi
You had just started to pray
May God protect you from punishment
Afterlife is different
And the street loses its monuments
Loses its values, loses its principles
Loses its respect for discipline in the illicit
The sentences get heavier from the court to the coffins
An article on the miscellaneous page, a mourning Hajja
The women of the family around to support her
From the grief of her son whom she saw leaving
To never come back
Left too soon, without saying goodbye to the family, to the buddies
A light extinguished in the ghetto
Only memories remain
Even sadder in video
The divided neighborhoods come together
To salute your memory
List your qualities, tell your stories
Shared with you
I didn't realize how much I cared about you
And it's always like that, your face and your voice haunt me, brother
I miss your personality
We weren't from the same background
You were older
Maybe that's why we got along better
You were ready to do anything for me
To the point of crashing on a motorcycle to come hang out for me
In rap, you only listened to me
I didn't see your thousand faces
May God protect them, I'm disgusted with myself
May God forgive me
SubhanAllah to what extent trials can weaken a man
That's all I regret
But on the Quran of Mecca
That I was there without being there
But it's God's will
Talking about you makes my eyes blush
Always a prayer for your soul, I hope to see you again in the heavens
You were a great man, respected even by the police, courageous
Handsome like your son, despite the lifestyle, you brought him to ride ponies
Didn't refuse to give him everything
You couldn't read but with you we learned
A reliable guy, just a look and we understood each other
Always calm, never cold-eyed
Skillful at U-turns, wheelies, even with two
From the 9-4 to the 9-2
I don't give a damn that he was dangerous
Walking with you because of the troubles
We don't insult a dead person, whether good or bad
In my camp or yours, may they rest in peace
Where they are, they no longer think about life
And if they could come back, it would be to earn their place in Paradise
We smoke each other and it's the system that puts us at odds
I pay tribute to the street names like Arafat or ???
May God protect them from the fire of Hell
It's worse than feeling like you're going to die, that you can't do anything
When I felt you were not well and you were chaining joints
I improvised a freestyle that cheered you up
I lost a lot of people, most of them violently
For lack of respect or money stories
Or alcohol-related accidents or overdoses
Death brings everyone together, makes you forget the causes
Either you put things into perspective, lose your mind, or let yourself go
I don't cry but my writing is salty
All those who have lost their brother, sister, father, mother
Their children under the rubble of bombings
Far from the life of Paris, everything happens as God said
What must be the suffering? Dying of illness

Uncle Ahmed, I saw you on your deathbed
It hurts to witness the agony of a golden man
Kind, you talked to me like a friend
Always there to reconcile family members
You tried to instill good characters in us
To transmit to us the virtues, the riches of poverty
The exemplary dad, you always spoke calmly
Despite the noise of your many kids
I never saw him complain
Back from Mecca with the light, he left without turning it off
May God facilitate for my aunt
Each one's turn and Death has put us all on the waiting list
Automatically all condemned
It's painful to lose 2 sons in the same year
It's for Mamad's mother, Bassirou Doucouré
Salam to Lasna Touré's family
True respected men
Since they're no longer here, it's not the same, rest in peace

For Saïd from Chevilly to Athis Mons even in prison you needed my ounce
And I would have loved for you to listen to this one
You left us behind bars in semi
We don't believe in suicide, the Imam who washed you
Told us you were beautiful, your face at peace
Because you were good, you shared your heart like bread
??? I felt you better than perfume
You bought my CDs by 20
To give them away in the street
I still can't believe I won't see you down here (...I won't see you down here...)
When my gaze was gray, you brought me sunshine
I remember Laser Quest and vacations in Marseille
You told me don't worry Housni, there are many people who love you
You give them strength through your freestyles and your themes
You always said Alhamdulillah even when everything was going wrong
That's Saïd all over, everything was normal
I learned of his death while recording this album
3 days before we talked about seeing each other on the phone
Life costs nothing
You're never sure you'll be there tomorrow
You want to come back, wake up, and go to the Rhadma
For the sacrificed generations, the repatriated bodies
The grieving mothers and the men who go to pray
For the loved ones we no longer see
One day our turn will come and life goes on

From the bottom of my heart, sincerely
To those who understand the reality
I'm talking about the one we lived, the one we're living, the one we'll certainly live if we survive
To Mamadou, Goutte d'Or, 18th, brother, Allahirahmou
To Kimbatou, Choisy, we miss you brother, Allahirahmou
Zohair, Dialla Coulibaly from Reims, we miss you brothers, Allahirahmou
Karim Zerouali, to Madame Diakite, Allahirahma
To all the loved ones we've lost
The list is long
Whether they're family, friends, even enemies
Because Death brings everyone together
Everything we own is on lease, even if it's bought
Because we take nothing with us
May God protect you, of course, if you have faith

I live every day of my life as if it were the last
And when my son smiles at me, it's like the first time
I thank the slum for making me who I am
With everything my heart loves and everything that delights me
Everything that makes me want, that attaches me to life
Everything that keeps the faith and supports survival
You can count the days lived, you are the sum
I'm here to face the trials and the mentality of Man
Sometimes we are strong, sometimes we weaken
Sometimes we remember, sometimes we forget
Cousin, tomorrow is today
Waiting for D-Day
Where you'll see me more than on a poster in front of candles
I hope you'll keep good memories of me
If I hurt you or wronged you, forgive me
Sincerely, I'm here to exist as best I can
I work on myself to resist the temptations of Fire
No one is perfect, you know
I won't stop advising you even if I don't do better, I know
Time passes and I can't hold it back
Too much heart, too many nerves, and I can't contain myself
2 people make me suffer, my son and me come from her
I'm not happy, it's personal
It's my destiny, I welcome it with open arms
The world has spoiled my view, that's why I look askance
I'm fed up with everything and I like few things
I can do without a woman, passion fades like a rose
Want to drop everything like Kayna Samet
In debt of good deeds, make a prayer to help me
I know God has something planned for me
And when I die
I know I won't understand anything
I won't see it coming
Maybe from the barrel of a brolik or a rifle
Or a blade held by the hatred of jealousy
It's going too far
Don't talk about pity, about respect for human beings
Survival instinct and honor require
It's about doing things right or it's a minimum of 10 years