entourage [English translation]

[chorus] Between poems and vulgarity,

I say fuck my dreams - I don't believe in ties of solidarity

Everyone for himself, the pressure is notable

We are all alone, but we heal ourselves though sharing

Send this sound to 3 people around you

Who will send 3 people around them

Who will send 3 people around them

Who send to 3 people and so on

[Verse One]

I'm in the middle of flight, when I'm talking to you

I shouldn't be in the middle of shit, God should spare me

I heal myself despite the street and it's misdeeds

In an era when what's believed is more important than what's true

All that scares me is the brothers who are hindered by our legends

The ultimate stay, bad days for the people I love

My oxygen is when I am sitting close with you

And my audience is sleepwalking, I rap about tall tales

So I move between mazes and angry cries

Between stars and bohemian life between the best freestyles and the worst poems

I have a thousand problems, so many worries but so much inspiration

If I had a shrink, he would need a shrink himself

All this inspires me to live and fight, my rhymes are well known

But it's not my rhymes that will educate you

This rap game is rigged like an advert

They all claim to be so hard, I return light as a feather

The past is as heavy as an anvil, taught to me by demons

Tomorrow is far away, our future is a second later

I was not ready to come out of the shallows

The story: there are those who read it, those who write it, and there are those who make it.

I hit the ceiling, an independent dreamer

Be patient, it's not waiting - for me it's acting in preparation

So, for as long as this country considers me an intruder,

I'll spend my time as a dilettante, and warm up the instrument

I'm ? (paro?) like on the comedown from a narcotic

Depending on the mood, I write half empty or half full verses

Full of irony, my contradictions become dead ends

Me, I'm a sort of alcoholic type with a bar licence.

I am from a calm power, not wearing a gun

The battles are silent, so shut your mouths

You are not alone, do not worry, all types are tolerated

I don't rap for rappers, I rap for people

It's for the silly and the malicious, the heads and legs

The themes and the caption texts

It was written to participate

Even though I know we can get the right message while remaining a poor messenger

I just spit the state of my soul and my conscience

Although assholes will believe it's conscious rap

Yet, I don't have confidence, even in my own words

Between laughs of depression and crocodile tears

No big deal, no big risks

Now that i have more than a house full of disks, I have a house of gold records.

It's sad to leave the coalface, where guts were a necessity

But I don't try to be good, I try to be big

I have no clan, I'd rather avoid it; paranoid

I still believe the lies and often doubt the truth

What an idea, but here I see myself rotating in the same scheme

Sometimes I doubt sometimes I think to go home

Let me release my gospel

France does not recognize our community but treats us as one 1

When people are boycotted, inevitably, they get tired

When people are put aside, obviously, they walk away

This is not the laws that make men, it's the reverse

It demonstrates, without respect, without a sign of peace index

Without (?dec), the talkers can lie, it's the actions that count

I do not listen to what people say, I watch what they do

I fight for what they are, seeing only the heart

When you travel, the world becomes smaller then it is less scary

Come on, it's growing, what, come, we'll take a break

And, if there's someone near you, check the shoulder

And I ask myself, authentic from the start

It is easier to assume that what we are to imitate what we are not

May God spare me from the bitterness of losing my voice

And may God save me the error of losing my faith

You are my love, I'm crazy and dishonest

But every day, I heal myself by getting to know you

As the poet 2 says: I quote and I sing

Should try to be happy, if only to set an example

It runs as a sample, from Paris to Dakar

The love we miss, take this text as a Sadaqa3

We stay calm before the carnage, he who loves me follows me

I seek peace for my Karma, myself, I am.

[Chorus]

Bipolar, between poem and vulgarity

I say fuck my dreams - I don't believe in ties of solidarity

Everyone for himself, the pressure is notable

We are all alone, but we heal ourselves though sharing

Send this sound to 3 people around you

Who will send 3 people around them

Who will send 3 people around them

Who send to 3 people and so on

1. the French constitution recognises individuals not groups, yet he is saying people are stereotyped as a group 2. here he cites Jacques Prévert 3. a gift see: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadaqah

• Artist:Youssoupha