Comme vous (Ft: Akhenaton & Said )

Said:
I wasn't born like y'all, don't know why
Don't really have a choice, find y'all different from me
I wasn't born like y'all, from all over yet
Got the same blood, same desires, oh yeah

Shurik’n:
I come from a place where the air's the same as here
Life costs the same, days are the same as here
Parents love their kids too, facing the same worries as yours
Roof and health: what we seek for ours
Don't judge, you know nothing of my story
Full of fears and dreams, mine left the nest one night
I come from all over but it's here I landed
In fact, just the fruit of two uprooted trees
See my color as an outward sign of wealth
Others see it as a flaw or worse, a divine mistake
My cries differ but my heart beats at the same speed
My difference stresses me when your looks attack me
My culture bothers you yet our angels have the same wings
When one flies away too soon, our tears have the same salts
I'm not more different from you than you from me actually
And I await the moment you'll stop seeing just my head
My difference isn't concealable, it burdens you
And you think it's responsible for every wrong
Blaming the foreigner has become commonplace
And to you, I'm just a rapper or a drug dealer
Will my son have to endure this same human bullshit
Until he wakes up one morning fearing himself?
I explain to him his color is a gift from above
Remind him that black is beautiful

Akhenaton:
Where I come from, no privileged, big paychecks, rap: our gospel
You can turn your back, it's okay, won't be a big loss
We sing for the fools, pop's for the big heads
Yeah, we roll in big cars full of big asses
Your Kate, we find her ugly, true to our tastes, preferences
Your criteria aren't our references
Our routes to school were full of big bullies
You shine in your office, on their sidewalks, you're just a big shit
As if we spoke French from the bush
They're the ones stuffing people with Larousse French
Seb, talent thrown in a big dumpster
In fourth grade, they start taking down all the big beasts
Redirect, put away your dreams, you're a security guard
Now you realize you weren't born in a Vichy shirt
That's life, violent storm of big slaps
Hypocrites, bowing to money
When I think they dare comment on our lives
Our lyrics with hair too kinky
Rainbow, mosaic of faces, not aiming for the Visa
Third generation, our presence still odd
Not saying I suffer more, pain's not a contest
Don't wanna screw anyone and this country's not a good lay
Some had mountains, sea, or bayou
We had troubles raised among thugs
Luckily I rap, would've robbed those wimps at poker
Not from Neuilly, from a family of dockworkers
We ask for nothing, just what's rightfully ours
Peace for what we built with our own two hands