You're unhappy when you have a dream your parents do not believe inDon't worry, I promise you I will fight
No, I don't like it when I go for a walk and I see this little kid who's being bullied for weight issues
But, who do we think we all are ? Sad puppets
I write this thought so that the Christ can hear me
And in our hearts we're in the ice age era
Aymé ? He's just a character from 'H' now
('H' is a french series -comedy- )No ! We're not bar codes
You're famous on social media and then your fame is gone
No ! We're not bar codesYou're famous on social media and then your fame is gonePeople's opinion on you will take you in front of the mirror's mirage But I'm pissed, ma vision of rap is rare as long as a miserable falls asleep on the metro trainMeanwhile the rat will warm up on the rails
Because we're all perfect copies who only think about their own comfort
Because we're all perefect copies who only think about their own comfort
I can only see clones now, it started at school
Who do you give your head to go through it ?
Here everyone plays roles dreaming about millions of euros
And I grew up as a rose in the middle of nettles
I can only see clones now, it started at school
Who do you give your head to go through it ?
Here everyone plays roles dreaming about millions of euros
And I grew up as a rose in the middle of nettles
I raise my sorrow by telling them about us
I increase my senses like I'm disabled
How do I find the direction that people barely point me ?
I feel like Andy Kaufman in 'Man on the Moon'I raise my sorrow by telling them about usI increase my senses like I'm disabled How do I find the direction that people barely point me ?I feel like Andy Kaufman in 'Man on the Moon'
F*ck the clones
F*ck the clones
F*ck the clones
F*ck the clones
"The ones who took all the food in their plates, leaving other people's plates all empty, and who, having everything, say with a good face and a good conscience 'we, we who have everything, we're for peace'. What do I need to yell at these ones ? The first ones being violent, the first ones provocating violence, this is you. And at night in your beautiful houses, when you go kiss your grandchildren, with your good conscience, well in God's eye, you probably have more blood on your unconscious hands, than the desperate who used weapons to get out of their despair will ever have."
Voilà