[Verse 1Annotate]
Descendant of the children of the Nile valley
The hieroglyphs were born through his pupils
Deprived of history, my roots have no no roots
I write this, I think of the tchouk in the gourd
The coasts of Africa saw their children leave
It's the ocean that cradled their children
It was the ocean that swallowed their children
The waves whipped the sides, but who whipped their children?
Tell me, the The silver of France is extracted from the yellow gold of the blacks
From the black gold of the blacks, my God speak to me
My God speak to them, tell them what this country is went to sow in the hearts
Violate our mothers in front of our so-called benefactor fathers
If your blood flows you cooperate, marked in the soul and in the flesh, nothing more to do with crying
If paradise is in the sky, hell is on earth
Both look like a field of cotton
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Ateyaba was on the front line
Ateyaba was on the front line
He fought for France, took lives for France
Ateyaba was on the front line
Ateyaba was on the front line
He fought for France, took lives for France
[Verse 2]
Descending from the children of the Nile valley
Somewhere on Earth, far away on an island
They want us to believe that 'we are not legitimate here
Here you have to integrate, here it's difficult
But the blood of my ancestors is integrated into your soil
Resources of Mother Earth who consume them?
The mothers of children killed by France, who console them?
The so-called leaders of Africa, who control them ?
In class I learned a fictitious story
A story where debts must be paid by the victims
All these lies create ignorant racists
Who knows not that their country was built on our blood
Today black people are hated by black people
Black people kill black people to take the place of other black people
Some African countries are just departments
General de Gaulle also knows about these landings
My friends, find out, help you
We are the only ones who don't have the right to stick together
If heaven is on earth, hell is underground
We find them both near ¨s of diamonds
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[Verse 3]
Descendant of the children of the Nile valley
Not descendant of slaves but of the pyramids
I have hanged men in my family tree
Cousins u200bu200bfrom America, Jay-Z and Malcolm X
But I tell you our future will be bright
We grew up here thanks to God
Glory to him because this is our home
Our parents bought it in blood by enduring the blows
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