Samouraï

Oh, what are you looking at me for?
Who, me?

Always sharp, like on the first day of court
Where guys take turns checking you out
Don't flinch
You're kicked out of the court
Hold on, cold look
Don't act like a loser
Black eye
It's better to do it than to have it
From a young age ingrained
To evolve in a pack where egos
Sharpen their teeth on the collars nearby
Where reputations are made and unmade
Where the weaker ones step over bridges
Where they get high without moderation
In permanent war with others
The gangs form
We quickly understand that we are stronger with our friends
In short, here comes the blessed age
Where you think you're a man, but you're just a fool
And you're the only one who wasn't told
The others play tough for a marble
Then a girl, hairs stand on end
Times fatten
We fight over trifles
Avoid eyes, we must not see when things go wrong
The slightest physical or mental flaw
The outcome can be fatal
We grow up among ronins
Each with their rotten boat
On their sea of crap
Each with their voice, their life
Facing adversity, elbows unite
We shout a kiai with all our might
Ready to die like a samurai

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We play in a chambara
Pride, law
Kill, like a good old colosawa
Hand on the katana
Even if fear overwhelms me
I will leave like a samurai
(repeat)

Times pass
Grew up between iron and silk
Silk, it's with iron that it was acquired
Dealing with pressure
The press reports his actions
Prison often replaces the paxon
The cherry on top flutters above our heads
Everyone wants it for themselves
A ticket for the ride
Free, locked
At night the streetlights morph into guys
One single quest, the cash
When you have money you drive a 7-20
And you touch breasts
We struggle
Often we stumble on the neighbor's foot
Restricted space
We often shout, we come to blows
For everything and nothing
It ends up in front of witnesses
And who knows how long we can go without seeing our loved ones
Understand
It's a reality, not a comic book
Senses always alert
Avoiding pitfalls
Risky women
Trapped clubs
People have changed
The street is poorly frequented
Especially don't go out without your papers
It can ruin the evening
I fought
I had my moment, my day
I pour a verse for those waiting their turn
And those who won't laugh anymore
We won't give up
We weren't born for that
Even defeated, we will throw ourselves into battle
For honor, like a samurai

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We play in a chambara
Pride, law
Kill, like a good old colosawa
Hand on the katana
Even if fear overwhelms me
I will leave like a samurai