Les Miens

One holds strong and the rest will follow

Can you believe it, we did it
Stuck at the subway all day long
Today we’re recognized artists, famous
Yet I remember telling my parents
I’m doing rap, I’m quitting my job
I thought they were gonna kill me
My dad would’ve slapped me around
The speakers blasting in my ears
My first track was born, socially engaged
Like, pissed off all year long
Bitter before I even lived
Every time we drank, we’d reshape the world
Feet glued to the street
Sticking our feet up the asses of the skins
We had to crack down with pleasure
We couldn’t let outsiders invade us
Freetime became our home
In every season, our names stuck to the seats
Sticking our names on the walls, we loved it
A very short time
What we all wanted was
To tear it up to the beat
Look at us now, still together
Stronger, realizing our dreams
Like a kid discovering treasure
So if we gotta start over, I’ll go
Unless it’s not with the same people
Few have friends they can count on
And alone, it won’t be as good
For sure, I’d much rather go with my people

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I walk with my people
How many will tell you the same thing
I’ve got your back, you’ve got mine
No turning back, nothing changes a man
Alone * and wolf meat
Me, if I take too much, I know who’ll hit back
You’ll deal with my people
Many will tell you the same thing
I’ve got your back, you’ve got mine
No turning back, nothing changes a man
Alone * and wolf meat
But them, if they take too much
They know who’ll hit back

We come from M.A.R.S.
Seven years already, I can’t believe it
In fact, no one believed it
Back then I think we were
Twenty at most
The bus stop turned into a squat when it rained
Since we were outside even when
The flea bags were hiding
But it’s true, it was better
Ambitious, not to the point of mugging squirrels
Or robbing old folks
Microphone addicts, it helped us read more books
To be less cocky
Wanting to keep going even if tomorrow’s far
It’s far from the haunted house days
With buildings on our heads, we were mad at the whole world
To frenzied beats
Frightened, some thought we were thugs
Even our friends would tease us
Besides us, no one believed in us
Ten years of career have passed, man
A lot of records sold
If we did pop music
We’d be partying at Barclay
In two flops, we’d be stuffed
Worse, maybe we’d build in Saint-Tropez
To show off in a convertible
That’s not our style
All for the rhyme, no compromises
Under our pens, life undergoes a pressure rise
Yet the tension rises a notch
See, we were right
Despite what they say
After ten years, we wave the banner
Like Toubon
Marseillais, we argue sometimes
But we laugh more so it’s all good
The fights don’t last long
I say we had to go through that
The joys, the fears
The friends listen to what we say
Now they know we write from the heart
Even if we don’t tell them
Pride, that’s just how it is

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