Rappel [English translation]

[Intro]

Hey, you know, this world is cruel

This world is cruel

And, as I am blue-white-red, I am Crips and finally Blood

Which makes this word Bruel

[Verse 1]

Neither food, nor housing is free, I think with that I have said it all

This world is cruel (this world is cruel), this world is cruel

Not eating, it makes you die, and I'm used to the heating

Your vital needs are paid for, you understood the hostage taking

Since you were a little kid you're in the shit, you know you'll have to mesh

At least a little for the rent, at least a little to eat

Since you were a little kid you're in the shit, they've been teaching you how to work

No one's going to feed you, no one's going to feel sorry for you, dawg

This world is cruel (this world is cruel), this world is cruel

And I can develop further, I do it without any effort

To work, therefore to eat, they take you at three years old, they let you go at twenty-five

Your best years, if you leave before, you start at the bottom of the pyramid

And you just shut it, you do the worst jobs, you walk up the stairs in slow motion

You're a prostitute during your internship, you're underpaid and you're forced to smile (thank you)

Cause it's a chance (thank you) already to be there with your old diplomas

Huh? Well, let's talk about diplomas (oh no)

No one is sure, but do it anyway for safety

Besides, all your life, think about securing, even if your mass does not spend

You don't know what can happen, eh, you can die, it's true

But, if not, you can suffer from withdrawal, be banned by your bank

And, that's scary (and, that's scary), yeah, banks are scary (yeah, banks are scary)

Private banks are getting richer, countries are getting into debt

Very small groups with a lot of money compared to the rest of the world

Faced with livestock, faced with the mass of headless workers

Never forget who wins what when you're working

If you are angry and want more, never forget that you eat more

That sounds like a choice

If it's not slavery, it's still not really very humanistic

I use words to get my dick sucked, it's a cruel world like making friends

It's a cruel world like holding your girl, you already have to have it, you have to pass the tests

I know that without rap, I would be back in the ninety-five percent of the boys

Who only have one or two girls in their lives because they are not very handsome, because they are not very rich

And not even really funny so a little bit invisible, hmm, hun

I don't want to make any generalizations, but, frankly, chicks are harsh

The nice boy that I was remembered in his bed, I doubted everything, damn it

I was sure I was the problem

The proof is, I've improved, and now I'm loved

It's not lol, I said "get awesome", get special, ah yeah, in the worst of cases

You could find some fetishists, this world is cruel, you still have the cynicism

You're not born in love, fucker, you're taught to be ashamed, you're taught to hate

You get used to everything, they teach you that you gotta deserve to be loved.

A long time ago, two winged beings came and created us

That we have disappointed them, that they have cursed us as the chosen people, eh?

That at the slightest sin, you are good for hell, an eternity of flames and tortures

Gently do the sex, gently do the rap and sort your garbage, eh

You have to save the planet because, for sure, it's your fault

Check your muffler, eh, check your deodorant, hmm

You put the cardboard in the green, pollution is your fault and, warming up, it's your mother's pussy

This world is cruel (this world is cruel) and guilt-ridden (and guilt-ridden)

This world is cruel (this world is cruel) and mindless (I got vocabulary)

They don't give you weapons to see the scheme, they give you Chalgoumi and Vincent McDoom

Even Sylvain Durif, entertainment for all profiles, so everyone has fun

[Bridge]

All information has its opposite, no one wants you to see it clearly

You're conspiracy or lost, eh, eh

All information has its opposite, no one wants you to see it clearly

You're conspiracy or lost

[Verse 2]

This world is cruel (this world is cruel), this world is cruel (this world is cruel)

And I'm so lucky next to the others, I think it's so cruel, eh?

What do you mean? God would give luck, talent to some, not to others? That makes me paranoid

I don't know if I trained, if I deserve it, if the universe was with me or if I've been fighting for ten years now

With Merkus, with Suikon Blaze, with all those who joined the ship on the occasion

And that it's only been a few months since we've been brewing, brewing

I really don't know how it's going, I really don't know who's staying the course

If it comes from me, if it comes from there

This world is cruel (this world is cruel), this world is cruel (this world is cruel)

We have to change things, if it's a cruel world, it's sure there are others

I thank the angels, I thank the others, eh, I thank mine, I thank yours

This world is cruel, I still thank you, thank you for everything (four minutes twenty, I turn on a joint)

Wow, eh, yeah, eh, hey (it's okay, it's over, huh)

This world is cruel and, as I am blue-white-red, I am Crips and finally Blood

Which makes this world Bruel

• Artist:Vald
• Album:Ce monde est cruel