Sati

History of my ground in tears But the things here become such extensive the wire leave before the fathers, mothers in sweat there When rifles of the silly thing sing the same air in c?ur the eater of heart to each meal waters our ranc?urs I hear it every night, tired of the phantoms which haunts it, tired of their laments, Tellement that times it trembles about it By the blood of hatred, constantly sowed too many, With the given rhythm step, when this last drives out the wind out of the plains Nothing did not change since, where I live, Juifs, Catholiques, Musulmans, black or white, you do too much noise well As these storms with which water is involved in our tears, and their shocks On the arid ground of which uranium to steal the heart I do not want a city with the cemetery larger than livable surface Même if appears that the different with dimensions one all is calmer, more stable I do not want than after the D-day, the survivors survive under neon, Trop close to nothing, because the sun deprives them of rays the arteries full with land-mark like a caddy with the Giant, One charges, one charges, at the exit it is all in the teeth I believe that it is in Ouais, of a simple life missed with the sending by a nuclear bomb the love misses air in their world, us one suffocates, all that one supports, Ca pressurizes, and in fact the psys go exorciser, that somebody says to me, If I have of the chances to finally see peace required. That one day the morons inform themselves, Perché on my feather, I await it moment observes this brothel Of small flames assembled to the sky, for it I bled this gospel Héra bars myself with car of wings; mow of the sap which one draws from it One clamp all what one likes it, but none us is faithful Jalousie and covetousness, is rolled of large shovels When the problems come, one regulates that with blow of large fishings And during this time there, some pile up under by large Devine buckets who digs but with more large shovels When one arrives there, where happiness refreshes My future builds, without cries, guys with ground, Ni of power station in escape nothing on the Geiger counter And finally conscious that here, one is that tenant You speaks of that one of made When the old man will make the inventory of fixtures, one will make a cross on the guarantee One would have to return it like one gave it to us, Clean, without spots, and innocent like new born, Seulement ours die of hunger in Africa And y does not have enough money for them Alors the flagstone will be necessary to moderate it the men fall under the racist gusts, But one can nothing for them, Alors the balls will be necessary to avoid them the bottom in front of the tele one, occupied to dream, the finger to pose on the order, one feels to exist One rail, one mouth, one votes, hoping that to change But does your barricades draw up and you will see them all hesitating Garni with incomprehension and of giant steles, the sphere dreams of compassion and buds reappearing on its branches the same ones as one will let burst one evening of December, in silence, Juste an end of paperboard to extend, Everyone with his chances, from which planet comes that which with known as that? A politician, I believe, live of Bora Bora While the hearths undergo, Tora-Tora way, But good they is well too low, then inevitably it does not see us Paroles and words and words, they promised mounts and wonders, But the wonders flew away, It remains that mounts, but it is stiff to climb And at the top, has there that demons in ashy costumes And bottom, they is the circus games, César Avé Because one will be made puff out by deer which they drew up One notes a severe fall of blood on the map, a rise of air black for a breath of fresh air Ici it is each one its culture, each one its Seulement racism on white zone, it is the black which remains best target time change it is on, but always has the irascible ones there They have the hello of Henry, of Arron, Mormeck and Zinédine A the hour when people dine, Y has still too much seek, for them not 8 parts, they crèchent with the carpark Everyone is indignant some, Ca devaluates the district, that frightens mémé, And one knows well what mémé will vote the top of their turns of biz', right-hand sides like the tower of Pisa divide with their own way One is astonished then that that finishes in fratricide Because all that counts is to inflate the orders of missiles Vive the democracy, that which holds up the bludgeon, vis-a-vis with the pacifist ones, do not agree to You, one strikes you, Multirécidivistes: they is never those there that one tracking They live in top of the lists and put their mugs on the leaflets This world fails, considering what one made there, it was foreseeable Like the drop on the face, as soon as the shit is profiled But the fear atrophies the hearts, fear of all that one does not know Alors one bards oneself of weak prejudices Of everywhere the extremes dominate, precedes some time, A each time that they decimate a family And well before these areas where prevails too raw the Image famine for a beauf in front of its too cooked meat Him which believed that the Euro would do much happy, For with the plays But there it is too the hour, tomorrow very early has there the taf' Comprend this world goes too quickly, no chance that one catches up with it On the road of the principles, they put mantraps, waistcoats dynamites, and scuds has a little everywhere Faudra of it there to pay attention to the mines, with the wells from where death runs out It has beautiful sharp being, but with long it will not avoid all And one from these four it will end up falling, I hope that there A will be somebody to help the next one to be raised I hope that it will not be like our will not try to be made jump You know, one lives in the tele one, the sphere cracked, They are useful of packed but in truth it is the fray One begins to hope for simple things But their factory with fear get going All that to put out of order them cries without scars, terror in the matrix They say that a life moreover in New York Paris London or Madrid Alors it is as that a scale in the sorrow One likes these catastrophes when people miss with the Surtout call if they resemble to us, one films them with the mortuary, And us in the sofas glad to escape from death, It remains in dans la peine On aime ces catastrophes quand des gens manquent à l' appel Surtout s' ils nous ressemblent, on les filme à la morgue, Et nous dans les sofas content d' échapper à la mort, Il reste dans les c?urs l' anomalie appelée peur Et grâce à ça of any share they have recourse to the force, It is a revolution, this time it is of right-hand side For this reason the blackmail with employment in full of boxes For this reason they want to establish the cross at all costs And vis-a-vis in tele often one them believes in their right, They say it is humane But they screw the seas and the ground for each variation it is the war If the daily newspaper is precarious, It is that they draw up us with being noxious and to be satisfied with transitory joys If Africa is in anger, it is because the trusts plunder it Seuls the corrupted Generals cooperate and play of the lives with ien est précaire, C' est qu' ils nous dressent à être délétères et se contenter de joies éphémères Si l' Afrique est en colère, c' est parce que les trusts la pillent Seuls les généraux corrupt coopèrent et jouent des vies au poker Est -ce que la ranc?ur et le is desire of revenge all that one offered to them? One speaks about the women's right when their husbands strike them, With religious stereotypes left straight of the fables As Ci here they were well since the Middle Ages But it is into 46 that it is open a new page Maintenant they are worth us, one says in the works Pourquoi they touch less dough with equal competences? Why they would be made for responsible beings? Whereas they all torché us the naked bottom in sand One forces on drink, bets on the nags But reality it is that they make us puff out poison And in the hotel of happiness much pack the bag, the hope killed by fanatics dirty liberalists Pas of bombs, nor large salvos the strategy is simple they exploit and they starve When one sees them with tele the these idiots have the air gracious But the world is with knees when these gangsters are ten with table Of the accounts under false names they claim to act in the name of freedom But it is the monarchy of the dough France and them a war in Africa delivers, and you want to remain posed? Freedom by-Ci democracy by-there But I subdued under the table and I saw that they was that palaver It true Maffia not does not seek it in Calabria nor in this village Where into the poor districts at forty years one falls sick to smoke of the bad tobacco and to eat shit Where the xanax makes a tobacco with strong alcohol the streets become heavy forgings And metal common is assembled there on large sticks violence with the daily newspaper of so much of poor kids And me I await the apocalypse after this apostrophe I have some enough of all these lies which they hawk to serve them, in many cases there is To carry is the sacrifice for principles it horrible the kids survive nourished water and with rice While them pouffes is trotted with Aspen or St Morritz the flora crame fauna cane Dis, they was the bearded ones which released the orange agent on Vietnam north? Not they was the servant boys but who can indicate to me the accuracy of a cause On the basis of there each one written his Désolé rights I find any excuse in Hiroshima One paints the history as one quickly colors an image And can imports which is made kill each time I saw it badly One believes in our gendarmes which are useful and protect us At least, is it in Rwanda when they play of the rocket launcher? To place the puppet who will agree has France a pan moreover with the ministry for defense It crepe the chignon at the bottom they are wretched On the conscience of the deputies has of it there more than one million "When they make to the needles our policies have drills" Ravel on tanks the 14, they bignolent itself with the sound of the Marseillaise And of a warlike imagery which they want nicely refiler with the pupils of their appart in the 16 One sees a different table: they say to believe in a god but believes in what they have They do not even find a body in the ruins of the world-trade but leave the remains the passport of Mohamed I can express more how much one finds that grotesque You include/understand why that, the desire in the libraries With the college of the life they play Profs of history And water the daily newspaper of illusory miles twaddles One has batti a fortress one named it Alamut Coincé physically between police custody and guard with you Taking into account the patriotic pressure I admire people of left in Israel, in America east what one is better in France sorry if I insist but look at racists, then one sells freedom at the public market, whore the drama with the values of the republic. The republic, it spends these weekend in regatta then prostitue de.toutes.parts for an airbus or a frigate, it carries out in a cave of the opponents canaques and eats with table with guy Giancanna style then explodes the rainbow warrior and draws the borders of the Third World to the terrace of Mariot, sponsorisent the fanatics with the 4 corners of the world, involve them with the engagements and to handle the bombs the collar breaks, these idiots escape from all controls and when they bite the hand of the Master then one shouts with the monsters. they discuss our future around a jug for our safety, zarma, they want to drive us. It is France of behind the blinds and I have some to be made enough notch by mug of exempted sport. I do not fight for Porsche but for a better world with my small Souvent arms at that time or terror thunders or fright goes up, I work on me each second to be a better man. One lives in these times when in a slum of Paris. do 36 kids die sharp flarings when the demands for HLM sleep since years in the files whereas employees of the town hall obtain some with terrace and carpark does not call you that of racism? after they cry when lost one returns to the roots. they caricatured our radical speeches and summarized it by wesh wesh or yo yo! Us complexed, if not very sure oneself, one challenges between us, like wop, rebeu or renoi. Each day, the large city tightens the pressure and you can see the names as of ours evaporated written on trains. My life, one mic, a mix-slap, far from the ambitions of what will be elected president in 2007 I adore this moment when it reveals the little face of which will have to cut monumental pipes with Chinese. in the absence of money whore, let us give time, in our mouths the word freedom becomes insulting because they is the soldiers who carry it and either the wind as if the world were filled of cruel sultans. Dissatisfied with the diagrams that one proposes to us, I now cultivate the pinks in my microcosm. Measure the tiny damage that my micro cause. Ca cannot that to better then go I await the end of their world...