| We don't know each other but all roads lead only to Man
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| Eyes wide open, a man's word
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| A flame in hell when the Devil is hounding me
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| Somewhere in the universe the expression of an atom
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| I know how to make myself heard in the midst of beings
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| I plant my flag in front of all of you
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| Who sings to me by heart has not finished knowing me
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| The tour of myself is longer than the tour of the planet
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| Each of my steps illuminates the bitumen
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| Like Michael in Billie Jean, I whitewash my bitterness
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| Get out your binoculars watch me fly with a feather
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| Make the sun patter kiss the full moon
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| I turn on a station, sitting in the heart of the hooliganism
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| Far from French rap I exercise in autarky
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| Well in my pumps, despite the stones in my Gucci
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| The darkest place is right under the candle
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| My medal has its reverse
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| Like every decor has its reverse
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| Always sure of me, the evil eye on me
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| I take on me, a star shines above me
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| My medal has its reverse
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| As if the glory was doing it to me inside out
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| Always sure of me, the evil eye on me
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| Nobody rides on me, a star shines above me
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| I live the other side of the coin in silence
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| We don't have depression, just a crisis of conscience
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| I admit to having calmed down, I despise my common sense
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| Bloodthirst of the Lesser Trust
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| I michtonne my luck, live from my passion
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| You envy my star, yours shines vicariously
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| Aspire to my destruction, I don't crumble
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| Recognized by a whole nation, they don't boycott me
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| My life floats in shit but doesn't sink
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| More bitter are the tears that don't flow
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| Let 'em cry in the soup, still riding high
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| I'm on the attack, I defend and keep the morale of the troops
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| My life is nothing of a scoop, nothing to get the tissues out of
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| I sleep in luxury with a tramp heart
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| I need more for richard whims
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| On the front of the AirBus to fly over my nightmares
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| So down to earth that I take root with age
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| Comorian like Bahia, I feel like a survivor of a crash
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| A tribute, life a long walk
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| I swim with my balls as a lifeline
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| Against the tide I took off
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| I don't forget the brothers on the other side of the shore
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| Where in my wake with the retro 36
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| We no longer have the same life but nevertheless the same mental
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| The showbiz that judges us is unpopular
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| Offer us magnums and their wives invite themselves to our table
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| Their kids rebel my sound in their Iphone
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| Little I'm the flip side of your father's medal and his country
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| I was ques-cro my future enemies
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| They have more strength and a future in agony
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| I'm on the run for an hour and a half, I maintain the carcass
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| Fast and powerful: The big class
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| Wherever I go respect waits for me to sing
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| Flattered to see so many young people representing me
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| The life of an artist is so beautiful but so sad
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| My media impact, screw up the mothers of my sons
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| Distort relationships, loosen blood ties
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| Breeder of groupies in the VIP square, I'm wasting my time
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| Victim of my bizz of my record sales
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| Houss assumes Rohff retains control |