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Yeah, ok
The artist
Yeah, oh-oh-oh
There you are, you listened
I hope you enjoyed it
Before leaving a little message
I still hear him saying he lost his temper
But no I'm not crazy but just a little unstable
They know nothing about my life, yet nothing that speaks
Whore's tongues loosen to only say bad things
Even where I grew up the children of whores act
Break sugar on my back and make my image dirty
So now I come to tell the truth about this beat
I met few guys but a lot of cock suckers
Too many hypocrites and very few reliable people
For them if you're nice it's obviously because you're weak
I don't have the last game so I'm struggling for them
But what I am for them, oh I don't care
I have no account to give, only money to take
If you are simple and honest from you I can learn
If you are open minded I can teach you
I grew up in the guetto and I bled so much
I don't have the respect I deserve but I have the respect I earned
By the force of my rhymes my head and my wrists
It's the madness of men, they no longer know fear
No longer fear anyone, not even the Creator
I am an artist, but above all a man
I am even Lartiste but Youssef above all
I know that people will realize my work after all
I live without having to since we die after all
I move forward with the weight of my mistakes
Rather die than live in error
Jealousy, hatred, lies...
My God, my God, my heart is a sponge...
My God forgive me because I have often lost faith
I wanted glory, I would have been better off losing my voice
I stopped believing by wanting to see clearly in the dark
I only drank from the glass of my despair
The artist is opportunistic he has too many equals
They crushed my image like a common *nigon*
No one is perfect but my pride lied to me
I live my nightmares, my dreams are destroyed
We waste our life trying to earn it
We lose our youth, we lose our best years
We forget ourselves in alcohol, women and the night
But when the sky cries, no one passes between the raindrops
We waste our life trying to earn it
We lose our youth, we lose our best years
We forget ourselves in alcohol, women and the night
But when the sky cries, no one passes between the raindrops
I move forward with the weight of my mistakes
Rather die than live in error
Jealousy, hatred, lies...
My God, my God, my heart is a sponge...
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