93 mesures [English translation]

I can't go to the bout-mara because I'm afraid of the sky

I can go to spy because I'm a man of tess.

I have stupid principles I have to respect

When people ask me why, I awnser: "because it's how it is in this neighborhood."

A little inncoent, a little capable

All of the police control brings me closer to a feature with 2Pac

In my dreams theres demons and crop circles

They're sure I'm not going to do anything, I rest in the marble of the coffins

I would like to say its because of you, because I love everything will be fine

but every African knows there isn't a man thats faithful for his whole life

I'm going crazy, I see happy people all around

Either love isn't for me, or I'm not for love

I come from a continent and country that bleeds when violence doesn't solve the problems.

Its witchcraft that does it, we are used to our shabs, we dress like normal people.

If you're surrounded by sons of bitches its because you're one to

Before, I wanted to change, now I accept who I am

I make paintings to kill the time like Salvador Dali

I lost myself, its not up for debate

I am cameroonian, a family name of blood and the first name of a slave

I bad memories, and bad thoughts

I think of all these faults, and all the misplaced money

before I believed I was praying, now that I'm grown I know all I'm doing is reciting the phrases I've learned by heart

My style bipolar, my ballpoint pen cries

I'm old enough to be right, be deserve respect, and stop wanting to please people

At our age the tragedy is how long I lie like a cop when I say

I'm outraged, its trash

The way a broken heart can give love

The same way a broken clock tells the right time two times a day

I'm laid down in the delivery truck, we facilitate death

When we contimplate life,

But happiness in the simple things

morals are in the are in the raps, yeah

I close my eyes and observe with my ears,

I need to trust but to admit I'm too afraid

But how long has the time gone? how long have we been running?

How long have we been lying? how long have we been suffering?

With my head in the clouds the stars sooth me,

On the roof of the building, you and me, stuck in a spiders web

We do what grown-ups do when we're all naked

And forget that most children are unwanted

Maybe they'll have your eyes, maybe they'll have my head, have my voice, they'll have your nose

But we'll never know because we're sending him back into the sky, Sailing without a visa

Its ironic how theres nothing familial with Planned Parenthood

So few truthes, so many lies, I'm wispering because

God hears me

I speak more of God than I speak to God

I go in alone but come out two

I'm so resentful, I am, I am, I am, so resentful

I pardoned who did me wrong

and when I do wrong they'll pardon me

I'm going to fix my ride, I cry chardonnay, stop your ride

I'm afraid of judgment before I see my life,

I never speak because I'm still the Dino of d'Imany

Lifless bodies, The human isn't humanity

Just like how God isn't unnanimous

Flat nostrils

I'm afraid of this France, however, I'm in the nice neighborhood

Leave the door open, its even worse than slamming it

But hapniness in the little things (hapniness is in the)

The happiness is in the little things (happiness is in the)

Every day I sin and sink

I belive in God but I don't know if he belives in me anymore

I say "he" but if its found its a woman,

If its found, its vauge if its found, its a soul

I have things to say but no one to say the to,

Sometimes I would like to leave bur running away isn't allowed,

I ask who makes the laws

and respond to myself : "it's those who don't follow them."

But I'm barley dying, commotion as a way of moving

Older, and I have less control of my emotions

Life makes me afraid of a Desert Egal

Like a death, of a DZ yelling.

They give me a lot less than what I was promised

Because I want to go back and find the fire I was in Prometheus

I think thats why I'm afraid to see the stars,

The happiness doesn't come to you, it comes from you

Slow down a little, you're driving way too fast

Remember when I prayed for everything I have today

Simple things, happiness is in the little things, yeah

Why am I lost, why do I push it down,

Who makes the little spirits when the grown ups meet?

Simple things, happiness is in the simple things,

Everything ends badly, I stop paying

Because if God gave me what I wanted I would abuse it.

Simple things, Amen

• Artist:Dinos
• Album:Stamina