Dubmatic
The Strength to Understand
I could have been the nice young man
That all mothers want to adopt as their son-in-law
But stifle his emotions to please
Looks like a lie to me
In the game of appearances I will never let myself be caught
I could have been the Big Bad Wolf
Froné raising eyebrows and having fun scaring others
Armed to the teeth, awakening latent Antagonism
To the problems of colors constantly clashing
I would have could disdain, like many people, all elders
Trying to get rid of them when they try to reason with me
But breaking away from the previous generations ©dents is similar
to departing from living libraries
I could have been the frustrated one continually attributing his disappointments and
his misfortunes to Superior Forces ©priorities
But feeling sorry for yourself while hoping that everything will work out remains in vain
Because without action nothing changes
I could have been a Daddy and driven in a limousine
br/>But dismissing feelings from business would make me unworthy
Defiling souls, this aspect I blame
My authenticity I proclaim and that of the Dubmatic proclaims
And to say that I could have let the sound flow and suddenly shut up
But no, it is with an open heart that I operate on the listener
Consequently tinker with my column with flavor, namely
Adult and vaccinated, old enough to assume my responsibilities
I think I could have been confused by the weather, carried away
Like the dead leaf which would fly away in the blow of the wind
In my life I could have been bamboozled and miswired
Just like the current in a single moment in my head
Everything could have gone out of gear
But with ease in my voice, I stay on the right path
The one that guides my steps, little by little, from small step to small step
Here I am again, enchanted, I really like it of Black History
While the typical Black man, taps his foot, giving rhythm to this tune
With a cheerfulness that would be appropriate to him
When the Soul takes me away, jazz escorts me towards Rap
Which opens doors for me, door to door
I could have become bleak in an urban jungle
I chose music to escape ©create antibodies
Against the hatred of a system that pushes us to extremes
Like gladiators pushed into the arena

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