Entourage

Between poem and vulgarity
I fuck my dreams, and I don't believe in chains of solidarity
Every man for himself, the pressure is palpable
We are all lonely but we heal through sharing
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I'm on the run as I speak to you
I don't have to be in the middle of it, may the good Lord spare me
I repair myself despite the street and its misdeeds
In a time where what is believed is more important than what is true
All that scares me is the refres that our legends get in the way
The final stay, the bad days for the people I love
My oxygen is when I watch close to you
And my audience is sleepwalking, I rap tall tales
So I move between mazes and cries of anger

Between stars and bohemian life
Between best freestyles and worst poems
I have a thousand problems, so many worries but so much inspiration
If I had a psychologist he would have needed a psychologist
All this inspires me to live and fight
My rhymes are famous
But it's not my rhymes that will educate you
This rap game is rigged like an ad

They all pretend to be heavy
So I come back light as a feather
The past heavy as an anvil, my demons teach me
Tomorrow is far away, our future is the next second
I wasn't ready, I came out of the depths
History has those who read it, those
Who write it, and there are those who make it
Touching the ceiling, dreamer and independent

Being patient is not waiting, for me it is acting while waiting
So while this country calls me an intruder
I take my time, like a dilettante, let the instrument play
I'm like a drug addict, on the decline
Depending on the mood I write half empty or half full verses
Full of irony, my contradictions become dead ends
I'm a kind of alcoholic with an IV license
I'm calmly powerful, don't carry a gun

Silent are the battles, so shut your mouth
You are not alone, don't be afraid, we tolerate all genders
I don't rap for rappers, I rap for people
It's for beasts and villains, heads and legs
Themes, and legend texts
That we wrote to commit
Even though I know we can have the right one
Message while remaining a bad messenger

I come to spit out my moods, and my cases of conscience
It's only the assholes who will believe that it's conscious rap
Yet I don't trust, even in my own words
Between depressed laughter and crocodile tears
No big deals only strong risks
Now that I no longer have a record company
I have a gold record label
Sad fate facing coal, it took guts
But I'm not looking to be good, I'm looking to be great
I don't have a clan, I prefer to avoid

Paranoid
I always believe lies and often doubt the truth
What an idea seeing as here I'm running in the same pattern
Sometimes I doubt sometimes I think about returning home
Let me release my gospel
France does not recognize communities
But treat us like such
When people are boycotted, they inevitably get tired
When we put people aside, they inevitably move away

It's not the laws that make men, it's the opposite
We testify without respect, a sign of peace without the index finger
Without dec, smooth talkers can lie, it's actions that count
I don't listen to what people say, I watch what they do
I don't care what they are, I only see one heart
When you travel, the world becomes smaller so it's less scary
Come on, let's gain momentum, come on, let's take a break
And if there's someone near you, check them with your shoulder

And I pose, authentic from the start
It's easier to assume what we are than to imitate what we are not
May God spare me from the bitterness of losing my voice
And save me from the mistake of losing my faith
You are my flame I am crazy and dishonest
But every day I take care of myself and I get to know you
As the poet says: I quote it and I sing it

Should try to be happy
If only to set an example
It runs like a sample, from Paris to Dakar
We miss love, take this text as a sadaka
We remain calm before the carnage, who loves me follows me
I seek peace for my karma, I myself am
I am bipolar between poem and vulgarity

I fuck my dreams, and I don't believe in chains of solidarity
Every man for himself the pressure is palpable
We are all lonely but we heal each other through sharing
Send this sound to 3 people around you
Who will send it to 3 people around them
Who will send it to 3 people around them
Who will send it to 3 people around them
Who will send it to 3 people around them
Who will send it to 3 people and so on