La vie en rouge [English translation]

I've never worked, I've never gone to the office,

I get up to go and piss about with my niggers from Mureaux,

I don't know of anything to do with my hands apart from to dry my tears,

I'm ablaze, violent explosions, weapons, a national drama,

A stressed mother cuz her child is handcuffed, no holds barred,

Teacher cannot grade me cuz I'm absent from every class

Thus, I have no diploma, I've only got her, his mother!

I go out without the criminals, I'll never reach that stage,

I thought of everything, even of holding the Pope hostage,

You think of getting out an album, I think about stopping rapping,

The Aryan race doesn't like me cuz I'm good for nothing

Plotting, I glide, I make aerial raids

Chorus

Today is possibly the last time that I'll smile

Today, I believe that I'll return to myself, I'm sick of running,

Today (x5)

Middle finger in the air, I'll have my last mad laugh

Hard to save money, though it's money that saves us,

On the estate I've become a wild cat, a savage gone bald,

Drugged to the bone in my 100-8 Woo

D-dangerous in the flow, you know where to find me if it's warm,

A glass of Damoiseau, hustler rap on Maréchauw,

I'm only a parasite evading college,

You'll become a racist when I rob your Rolex

And you'll tell of it to your colleagues, who'll become it as well,

But me, I'm fighting the bollocks, I'll give the time to anyone in my posse,

A special dedicated to all my pillarging friends

I see a life in ried, my sky cries like Tookie Williams

Refrain

Today is possibly the last time that I'll smile

Today, I believe that I'll return to myself, I'm sick of running,

Today (x5)

Middle finger in the air, I'll have my last mad laugh

Today....

• Artist:Booba
• Album:Autopsie 3