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It's for the reufs, for the reus'
How many brothers live off bicrave but don't take it on?
Bring in the little ones who don't smoke
Are surprised at the consequences when it clicks
Reject their shitty life, but don't leave it?
How many disputes between cities before sticking together?
Our imams are fed up, there are too many shrouds to sew
Starfoullah, it is on us that lightning falls
I speak to you from the heart, but I know very well that you don't give a damn
Let us arm ourselves like Chechens
It's the knit we're looking for
I come to preach to you that by dint of fishing and well, you pay dearly
It makes me stutter when I see the brothers fighting
Killing each other just for a ter-ter (oh)
And does it feel good to act crazy?
You have a thousand euros in small denominations and you think you have money
While Babylon fucks you, you smoke your Marijuana
Open your eyes and there are no more slaves, no more bouanas
Listen, the older I get, the shorter life gets
We lied to you if we told you that life was cool
Now you know, but don't say that now you know everything
Because like all of us, you will only learn by taking hits
Everyone is crazy, we live in a paranormal world
Even if we take money, know that at night we still sleep poorly
Damn, that's the other side of the coin
The sheitan reaches us, everyone has their fault
My sister, I fear that you are just a victim
Billboards, fashion and bling-bling
In the club I freak out when I see little fucking fifteen-year-old girls
Who will meet all our challenges in ten years?
Where have your girlish dreams gone?
There is no more prince charming
Love got raped, shit, it's alarming (oh)
It goes from touching to childbirth
My sister, can't you see that we are slowly dying?
Don't get carried away, don't get carried away
On slopes where it is impossible to brake
Neither submissive nor dragged, you are the future of our neighborhoods
Never sell your souls for a Cartier bag
Because each neighborhood has its principles, its codes, its values
You can be a free woman, but free with your honor
Open your hearts, you are the mothers of tomorrow
If it's written, happiness will cross your paths
Listen, the older I get, the shorter life gets
We lied to you if we told you that life was cool
Now you know, but don't say that now you know everything
Because like all of us, you will only learn by taking hits
Everyone is crazy, we live in a paranormal world
Even if we take money, know that at night we still sleep poorly
Damn, that's the other side of the coin
The sheitan reaches us, everyone has their fault
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
How many lands and rivers do we still have to cross?
How many mountains to cross before you really get there?
I won't stop dreaming, because nothing is impossible
Even if the road to freedom is long and painful (oh)
My heart hurts, I raise my hands to the sky
We run after the useless, we forget the essential (oh)
My heart hurts, I raise my hands to the sky
Even if I preach in the desert, I will still continue
Listen, the older I get, the shorter life gets
We lied to you if we told you that life was cool
Now you know, but don't say that now you know everything
Because like all of us, you will only learn by taking hits
Everyone is crazy, we live in a paranormal world
Even if we take money, know that at night we still sleep poorly
Damn, that's the other side of the coin
The sheitan reaches us, everyone has their fault
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