Lacrim – Pardon (English lyrics)


1st verse :
I grew up on the dope spot
A Sicario child, I’ll leave my soul near Béjaïa and my brain in the center of Rio
L’barillet, l’barillo, ma mort est barillée (??)
Gotta hurry up and leave a heritage, some kids, so gotta get married
In prison building D1, everything is going well, the days past, the weeks past
The prosecutor is against me, but the judge is humane
Rehabilitated, in all modesty, the rap game’s assholes will never have my credibility
Identity control or verification at the police station, it’s useless, the cops know me better than their kids
In my town there’s hard working people
We all have dangerous goals, if only you knew, all the big cases that they try to impute to us
I didn’t eat the cake, I stacked up each slice in the safe
Structured with good prices in each branch
I see them acting tough, but what did they ever rob ?
Did they ever keep up when everything was set to make them crumble ?
Now, this life is ours, when I was a minor I would walk around strapped up in the projects when our enemies would come see us
I did seven years in prison, I saw my father a thousand times in the visiting room, and I broke all hopes of him being proud of me

Chorus :
Sorry my Lord
I’m doing dirt, there’s wolves on the dope spot, I have to handle my business
They fear fire arms more than the flames of hell
How many of them would like to silence me, I won’t be the first to leave
I’ve got dirt to do and grab some luggage filled with euro bills

2nd verse :
I’m dancing in the ashes, I never cried for help
Repairing my parent’s heart is like repairing Aleppo
The good guys had my back, you bastard, I made myself
Against me, I’ve go the vampires, the evil spells, and the evil eye
I’ve tried everything but they are still there
But Brulux’s father is stronger at that game, he’s going to bully all of them, I’m going to work like nothing happened
This week, we’re going platinum, and we’ll see 100 kilos
An unmatched thirst for money, around here nothing has changed, 9 o’clock, the sound of the waves, and I’m smoking a joint at Tanger
My daughter is a princess, the little boy is like me, but in better
I shop in the 6th arrondissement of Paris we’re everyone can tell that I’m from the projects
I’m here to fuck you up, tell them Belek
New Rich Arab with a drug dealer’s face
They’ll never be the same again, we’re on a mission
For them, the rate of the suffering isn’t worth their ambition
Lacrim

Chorus :
Sorry my Lord
I’m doing dirt, there’s wolves on the dope spot, I have to handle my business
They fear fire arms more than the flames of hell
How many of them would like to silence me, I won’t be the first to leave
I’ve got dirt to do and grab some luggage filled with euro bills

3rd verse :
Hé, 9.4, Chevilly-Larue
1 pm, prison visiting room, hands in the pocket
I’m doing my sentence, I’m hurting for my close family
She told me “I dig you a lot” she opened her stomach and I saw that it was true
I saw millions, and experimented the comfort of a Lambo
Never saw guts and love so close
They don’t live our lives, they don’t have our vices
No amateurs back where we’re from, the anti crime brigade won’t have my son
You mustn’t doubt it, I’m feared in the french rap game
They won’t amount to nothing, even with the help of the voodoo priest
Lacrim

Chorus :
Sorry my Lord
I’m doing dirt, there’s wolves on the dope spot, I have to handle my business
They fear fire arms more than the flames of hell
How many of them would like to silence me, I won’t be the first to leave
I’ve got dirt to do and grab some luggage filled with euro bills

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