I find myself sitting there, after this album, an eternal blank sheet
Always the same one on which I work, on which my verses dance
Lonely when everyone is asleep
J I can't keep my mouth shut, I have to write, it's my drug (yeah)
I need to confide in myself or let go
I think it frees me and that in the end I feel less attached
The album is hard, as Slim told me it is too pure
To cure my illness, I only have writing
I thought that after having finished it I would be able
To devote myself to my family but shit it's the same
I'm still bad, bad in my skin, bad in my head
The more I advance, the more alone I am, it's a fact
Dude, I'd like to tell you that I found peace
But it's is not true, so personally I will continue to rap
I will continue to rap, to release my lyrics
On stage or in my room, I remain a singer-songwriter
With that album, pages of my life I've just torn out
So it's normal if part of my audience is angry
I didn't want to act crazy or psychopathic...
In the end, I'm just a guy who shoots guns and who impresses
And who talks about what's happening around him
Because it's rage that dominates and inhabits us and this from the start
Let the guys who followed something raise their hands
I speak for those who act and care about tomorrow
Every evening I put my life back on stage
What follows are texts that pile up and follow one another
Which take me far from this world and its sorrows
Far from this evil which gangrenes us, I use my words to appease my hatred
Listen if my life as an artist doesn't come to fruition
So be it, having made this record is already a victory
The album is black because black is my career
I should have left ages ago but the barriers are thick.
So I take it and make a business out of my sadness
If I had could have gone out before, I would have done it quickly
It's just life one day it passes, one day it breaks
Dedication to those who have followed me since the beginning
Who doesn't miss an opportunity to listen to me
The real ones know that I'm disgusted
When someone comes to see me: "Wech Cas why didn't you screw it up?"
Why did I Didn't screw it all up? Who knows, I probably missed the mark
After "Lyon" and the street tapes, the public was in my pocket.
Listen to my songs you'll see me grow
From "I "I am dying" today, my journey could have been worse
When we are young, normal we have rage
And then comes the age where like me, pelo we turn the page.

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