Why so much hatred, they will tell you, men are the same
Despite the pressures and I grew up in the middle of the streets
Having behind me loads of cops behind me
I saw myself and started on a path
The cities of Marseille seem very sad
The friends fell, did not get up
How many mothers I saw the dead leaves of the trees in autumn
Turn to bright red color like
The river of blood which is still spreading
Takes its source in Africa and leaves short memory
Or you trust your memories to an ideology
And you deliberately shorten it
So, in this case, you are my enemy
Come here
If my religion agrees with me? move
You, the blind and careless black brother
Red is the color of the revolution
The street, how much more mental slavery, because
Takes away
For a demon who sees himself strong and knocks at our doors
Allah-u-Akbar, protect us from absolute darkness
You who can see, you who are good, although it is not perfect, it is fair and it is an alliance of Afro-Asian poets
Do you see this black, deep in my eyes
40 brothers at my side, and he speaks for them
Our power is such as unification
Hurt, and the stress progresses, ceaselessly, oppress
And press and leave it the same, my brother, why should I have a visa?
The Earth created by God sees no right
It's a shame to see the leaders
To lose proclaiming it from the top of my microphone
Do you have the green, no not the pervert
From the smiling plains of mother earth
Uprooted children, we participated
To build the great country of freedom
The r ©rewards were for the sons of Sham
The Ku-Klux-Klan and the Vietnam War
No more lies one remembers that never left the hands and loves him
When we teach to revere the advent of brawls
Terrorist poet, sometimes sonoist
Studies causes and effects like an economist
Many people idiots like most fake MCs they come from all sides unwarned
Asking if IAM has a motto
Xenophobic and racists will join Elvis
Finally, the punishment, unison
Must arrive like the flat calm of our visions
Systematically, imperially, automatic
IAM autonomous sovereign asiatic
As said King Raz to whom I say Salam
Ulemas we are, souls of emancipation
Red, Black, Green, the only solution

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