Kaaris - Paradis ou enfer (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Your tears are your soul’s blood
There is always a weapon stashed away somewhere in my coupe
Before I get murked, before I die
I’ve got to try to accomplish my dreams
You’ll have to work hard if you want our money
It takes just one clic, for us to pop your bras
Try to do your best, I’ll dig you out with a mortar
You might want to learn about abortion
Dirty rhymes, ballers, crime, sin, honor
On time in the building, no Breitlings back where I’m from
Hunger let’s you know what time it is
I’m not waiting on anyone’s help, but that’s another story
I go back to the old country for the harvest
Bitches, food and drinks on deck
No remedy : There’s only poison
It’s all poison like recycling powder to fill up bullets
While your team is waiting to get it’s ass woop and spend their time sucking dicks
I’m a crook but I’m pious, If god is willing
One day I’ll dry tears and torrrents, the rivers behind the windows of my eyes

Chorus :
I’m hanging on to my dream’s neck
I’m making war, you can make truce
In my song, there’s as many melodies as there is human beings on earth
Just like my congeners, I like everything that is ephemeral
There is nothing our parents can do about it : It’s either heaven or hell
Heaven or hell
Heaven or hell
There’s nothing our parents can do about it : It’s either heaven or hell
Heaven or hell
Heaven or hell
There’s nothing our parents can do about it
There’s nothing no one can do about it

2nd verse :
Every morning, a new hurtfull problem arises
I fall asleep and wake up with my iron, he’s just like me : lazy and mean
Doing dirt, no matter the season
Put a bullet in your liver, get the stash
I don’t give a fuck about giving the right answer, I just want to win the argument
I crawl out from the craters, at this hour there’s nothing much to do
Fuck your mother from behind, I almost choked on the host
From the school yard to the prison corridors, I’ve always had to hustle
I know that the power of love is nothing compared to the love of power
My worst ennemy is in the mirror, to one day revisit my Ivory cost
Everything is written in the grimoire, The weather is black and grey it’s hard to see through it
This is class C music, juste move aside
Your blood is already frozen, only your DNA can retrace us

3rd verse :
Double rotor aggressive, And I don’t even take the highway any more
I know it goes around like your ass
I knwow it comes around like the cops
I know that gold melts and that clay gets harder
I know I’m rude and I don’t deserve my probation
Rather than to have a big hearth, I chose to have a big mansion
Because you’re fucked the day those bullets fly out the FAMAS with rancor
I send hugs to my niggas ; Bison, Mily and Popo
Medhi, Bekoli, Goyo, Chelmi and Koto
Number one when it’s time to spit bars
Number two in Al Qaida
I eat their pussys on mardi gras
If you don’t like it, we’ll annoy you
I get on the ring, say hello to the King
Say goodbye to all the bling bling, bling bling
I’ll keep doing dirt, as long as I’ll only be brain dead on the monitoring screen