À qui la faute ? [English translation]

[Verse 1: Kery James]

I wanted to make a film, I did it, I didn't wait for Canal+, I didn't wait for the CNC

I was tired of seeing the same people grabbing our stories

So I wrote my own script, depicts our lives

I didn't just stand by, I relied on my talent

I'm not a son of, only my determination has a long arm

I had to do twice as much as those who are half as talented as me

In France, this is normal for an African

You ask me "Whose fault is it?", as far as I'm concerned, I didn't come into this world to build someone else's dreams

I carry my victories and failures, I'm not a slave, I don't have the French state as my master

[Verse 2: OrelSan]

Yet the French government keeps putting it in you and you may be getting by, it's just crumbs

To make it seem better that if you failed, it's because you're stupid

Because the stone that the builder rejects will end up in the window

Only one Kery James movie, two hundred made by shitty boho's, wow

You got away with it all by yourself, you know what I mean, all by yourself

Poverty, how many are below the threshold?

Since the state's good idea to get rich on immigrants

Give them the neighbourhoods where the middle class killed themselves

[Verse 3: Kery James]

But compare these neighborhoods to what our parents ran away from

Bois-l'Abée is a luxury for someone from Haiti

When I observe those who have more, I remember those who have less

As far back as I can remember, I've never seen Mom complain

Do you know where we come from?

Yeah, I got away with it all by myself, you got it right, all by myself

Huh, poverty below the threshold, the suburbs are not the only ones

Country folk, abandonment, misery is also rural

I know some white kids for whom life is brutal

[Verse 4: OrelSan]

Whites peoples are suffering too, thanks, I couldn't see the news

The suburbs have been wearing a yellow vest for 20 years, no one cares about it

France is in denial, a mixture of ignorance and contempt

Don't talk to me about ethnicity, I have uncles who believe that Africa is a country

I know the neighborhoods seen by those who don't set foot in them

That talk about it at every meal, don't even consider going to see the facts

I grew up in "don't hang out with these people, you'll get mugged"

Myths and legends on TV, you have to fit in without getting mixed up

Difficult without a counter-example, the future will be your present

No colony without consequences, anti-white racism, so much complacency

Believe me, I know this France

I'm not saying everyone's bad, I'm saying fear and neglect make a population mean

[Verse 5: Kery James]

There's racism in France, who are you telling? I wrote "Lettre à la République", you, where were you?

We do not make things happen by making observations only

Submit or act, I'll tell you honestly: life is a matter of choice

Neither left nor right, but if our brothers can't find a job

What can they do besides start their own company?

You observe the world with a squint, you're naive, you still believe in SOS Racism and the demonstrations

[Verse 6: OrelSan]

I'm not naive, I'm betrayed, I don't believe in what I've been taught, equality, the homeland, oh yes?

Are you the one who chooses? Set up your company, which gets rich on your credit?

Get into the system or perish, forget your dreams in a town hall

As long as they're talking about elite, they say you can get away with it if you deserve it

But you deserve to get out of it, it's just a technique

The state wants to put you to sleep and play sleep merchants

A single model of success: their own, based on money

If they help young people, it's to become old people like them

You can hit the jackpot, you won't beat the casino at its own game

Pyramid system, money goes up, shit stays down

I'm not saying everyone's in the plot, I'm saying they don't mind

[Verse 7: Kery James]

I have brothers who have left

I don't see suburbs in pink because I grew among the nettles

I've seen guys full of vice

Killing a guy their mother considered their own son

Shot in the head, violent death

Is it the state that pulls the trigger?

As in the northern districts, we end up getting used to it

We never had the State to fill our cemeteries

[Verse 8: OrelSan]

Police blunders, no safety net, identity check at the age when you don't know who you are

End up glorifying unglorious things, growing up in fire

There are no more obstacles, they are more dangerous, put your life on the line

Trafficking in narcotics to sons of

Locked up for them to escape at parties

You're just a pawn in their little game

Politics, only glory motivates them

How can you think otherwise when the presidents *** showbiz chicks?

[Verse 9: Kery James]

In show business, how many millionaire suburbanites have banned the word "solidarity" from their dictionary?

We took some money, didn't we? How many? How many entrepreneurs? How many stars has the suburbs produced?

But success makes them amnesic

The fear of losing what they think they have, paraplegics

How many? How many dare to take the lead?

How many dare to face them when they dirty us in their newspapers? Whose fault is it? I'm not trying to deny the problems

I'm not counting on the State, I'm counting on ourselves

Whose fault is it? This question is a thing of the past

I only have one question: "What do we do?"

[Outro]

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Whose fault is it, tell me?

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• Artist:Kery James