Akhenaton - Mon texte, le savon (English lyrics)

1rst verse :
What I’m delivering to you, no there’s nothing complex about it
It’s just my text, it’s Marseilles
You know, I’m full of qualms and I’m lucid about the state that I’m in
What did they leave behind for us ? Hope and fake joys
We’ll probably never stop talking about it, yeah, I know, it’s grim
Tomorrow is another day, I already said it, but if I repeat it again, it’s even better
If I ended up screwing my own life up, I wouldn’t care, but I’m also screwing up my close ones’s
I’ve been living better ever since I started paying attention to my close ones’s opinions
Delighted over nothing, because I’m used to not having much, I lived poorly, what do you say we leave this place ?
I couldn’t wait for that day to come, but that day never came, I spent 10 sad years
The streets got your son, in order to forget, I would smoke a lot of weed, man
There, amongst all the mob bosses, I saw more money than in Casino
With 20 euros at the Petit Casino, I lived my routine, seulement dans le fond (??)
When my friends were out selling crumbled hash and making millions per day
The money never caught my attention, I was thinking small, on smoking, on rhyming
On drinking my Rum Punch, at getting high for the following hours
The more I drank, the easier it got, I would stick my head in the toilet’s bowl
And there, I would think to myself, that maybe all the dick riders weren’t wrong
And that I was the coward one
Then we give up on our studies for all kind of fake reasons
And we write a study of life in our first foolish text

Chorus :
And because of that, I sell my rhymes like soap
We pour our hearts out and everything that we know
I apply the turf’s intelligence in my surrounding
There’s no bitches and no room in the caves that we brave
And because of that, I sell my rhymes like soap
We drop bombs on the vinyls that we burn
I apply the turf’s intelligence in my surrounding
There’s a lot of groups around here, we’re only selling our hearts
And because of that, I sell my rhymes like soap

2nd verse :
All those wasted years, crouched on a ramp
Counting each second as they evaporate with all the losses
With our stomachs in the grip of violent cramps, and all the weaker ones drop like shit on the way
You can’t tell if it’s the doubts, the hunger or the stress that is getting to you
With our ugly mugs on TV
I’m proud to be able to drop bars on the screen with guts
Without telling myself that my face bothers them
Their opinion ? I don’t give a shit about it
So many silent moments that were actually a cry for help
No one came to the rescue, I made it out by myself
Except for the times when my homies watched my back, if ever I got in any trouble alone
You know the drill, the knives and the clans
Belsunce 86 centre, hanging on the benches is dangerous
Strong words and dumb mistakes
We would find some of them trembling on the floor in the building’s hallway, drowning in their own blood
Thin border, transparent, separating the good guys, sincere, proud, honest from all the delinquent embryos
Brilliant guys, how much of them make it out in life ?
How much of them smoke their lives away, go to party with an escort
We content ourselves with violent arm storys
We’re far from the country’s legends that our parents loved so much
I sell my rhymes raw, to anyone who wants them
And on the beautiful sunny days, deep inside these eyes, it’s rainy
Ogle the spit that is on my tongue and on my teeth
Apology of the precedent, shy, closed up, the stress helps
Shelling all those minutes, it’s horrible, I don’t want to relive it
I take refuge, behind this theme, I’m opening up
He’s playing notes that has the color of the times we’re living in
I’ll never be able to hang out like before again
I have the impression that I’m wasting time
It’s dumb, but that’s the way I feel
I evacuate the anger through the pen, that’s all I know

Outro :
That’s the way it is, you have to believe, that’s what has been drawed
A mic ? That’s maybe what I was destined for
Maybe, but it’s an other chapter of the book of my life
And to my posterity I’m giving out an other part of my life
And when I’ll no longer be there
For those that held my hand and those that never let go of it
For those that made my happyness and those that spoiled it
For my suns and my moons
3.6.1. rotation degree
From nothing to everything, and then from everything to nothing
We’re actually nothing at all
And we don’t know anything at all, that’s it
AKH