Sexion d’Assault – Désolé (English Lyrics)

1st verse (Maître Gims) :
I chose to leave and isolate myself
Mom, how to say this, I’m sorry
the guidance counselor clearly didn’t think much of me
And like a fool I told her Ok
And everyday I think about quitting
People would like to turn me into a machine
I’m giving everything up
I’m just a man, sooner or later I’ll end up kicking the bucket

Chorus (Maître Gims) :
And I ended up roaming these streets
The more steps I take, the more I tell myself this can’t be true
Dad, mom, guys : I’m sorry
I feel an urge to isolate myself

2nd verse (Adams) :
Me too, brothers, I’m heading out
I’m going back to my people, the Senegalese
Paris is like Alcatraz
I’m tired off all those fines and all this paperwork
Their hearts are as black and thin as a Senegalese
You listen to them and you’d swear that all this suffering is normal
Me I want a wife, kids and the possibility to live my religion in peace
And for that, trust me, I’m willing to employ all my strenght

Chorus : 
And I ended up roaming these streets
The more steps I take, the more I tell myself this can’t be true
Dad, mom, guys : I’m sorry
I feel an urge to isolate myself

3rd verse (Lefa) :
Grand ma, please forgive me
I would have came back to visit you if only I had more money
But you know things over here aren’t easy either
In France we also suffer from misery
Sorry to all my Math, French and English teachers
Don’t you guys worry, my father scolded me properly
Sorry to my Banker
But once I leave, I won’t miss you

Chorus : 
And I ended up roaming these streets
The more steps I take, the more I tell myself this can’t be true
Dad, mom, guys : I’m sorry
I feel an urge to isolate myself

4th verse (Black M) :
Mom and dad, I say to you “On djarama”
I know that mentally you guys are already there
I can keep trying to convince myself as much as I want that I’ve got it, but the truth is I don’t have faith
I messed up, I started at the end
I shouldn’t have tried to start a career in music at such a young age
I should’ve listened to my father as a youngster
I feel guilty
When I see the way this Atheist country treats you guys

Chorus : 
And I ended up roaming these streets
The more steps I take, the more I tell myself this can’t be true
Dad, mom, guys : I’m sorry
I feel an urge to isolate myself

Bridge (Maître Gims) 

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