The song strongly criticizes French politicians and calls on French people to rebel against that rotten State we live in.
Tunisiano - Because, when we climb the social ladder, they fear us
Aketo - Because inside they fear us
Tunisiano - Because on the TV news they slag us off
Aketo - Because we're getting to the breaking point
Tunisiano - 'Cause blood is boiling in our veins
Aketo - 'Cause we must break our chains
Tunisiano - We'd like them to understand us
Aketo - They'll get fire for sowing hatred
Tunisiano
Welcome to the hood, where moms are sucked into the turmoil
No gang-bang, just two or three ghettos as hubs
Here everything is for sale, everyone lies and pride themselves on wanting to become millionaire
Before being over 30, adults or kids
In weapons is the spite we needed, our savings accounts are hidden in our matresses
Check it out, youth are starving, they have stomach cramps
And to achieve their aims, they would even traumat you
And don't miss your shot, don't take advantage of people
Modern times' disabled man and thief in all weathers
Big boy, youth work, fight and then get off
Proficient in bumping cars, they don't wave their hands at the red fire
And there are the water pistols and the big Berreta's
Like there are ghetto parties and David Guetta parties
Everyone the same haircut as Olmetta, studs and we go round you
There is the law of our [???], facing the cops shut up, f_cking jerk
You got the creeps, so you cough, you justify yourself
Shut up bro, cops know how my d--- smells like
I live where I grew up, there's not youth & culture center in my hood
Few tough men, too many MC's, too many gays from the judicial police
Yes, our brother reacted to those offenses
An unpunished crime, tear gas in a mosque
Funeral in the grove, caught up in a tragic spiral
Snowball effect, photos, media hype
They mention the pressure washer, divide France into two parts
Sarkozy offers you a car wash
But what is sad is, we burn the few things we have
Whereas voting would be enough to oust those assholes
(chorus Blacko)
Burn, burn, Babylon burn
I wanna hear you yell out, you gotta howl
Let the heat make cell bars melt
Let it incinerate your system that's turning to dejection
Burn, burn, Babylon burn
I wanna hear you yell out, you gotta howl
You say we go forwards, but we actually go backwards
Step forth with a flame-thrower for the youth who scr-- you
Blacko
The more I grow up, the more I see everything's going wrong
Actually we come to this Earth just to get ripped off
Babylon, my flow is a virus in your programs
It uninstalls, breaks everything then it gets all on fire
Let no one give up, we're full of damn good vibes
Man, I've pulled out my weapon
Give me bullets, that's what Jaguarr Gorgone would say
I come to set in on fire, I belch flames like a dragon
F_ck the system, they'll get fire for sowing hatred
Let them be burnt, be hung or thrown into the Seine river
Ghetto youth got rage running through their veins
We gotta break the chains
Slavery is mental and modernized
You walk over us, you despise us
Man don't be astonished if your car gets reduced to ashes
No matter who felt they're were being got at
(chorus)
Aketo
Descendants of immigrants, that's what they like to remind us all the time
It's been 30 years since they've only been talking about integration
I don't feel French
You can't but notice that we all know
That's not refusal; that's just a fact
I've seen, I know and the gap is widening
More and more all those liers whip up a storm
About insecurity, use people's fear of each other
They don't hesitate to try and attract the National Front's voters
Here I feel history is repeating itself, I can hear
Of the positive role of France at the time of the colonies
What the fuck is that bullshit?
When our fathers were useful and productive, were they good to this country?
Okay, but when their sons call for revenge
They're good to their homeland, France
A country governed by irresponsible people who make endless blunders
Don't wonder why I agress you; I'm addressing
The first cop, a shy guy who won't face up to the facts
And sully the memory of the victims, who add
Fuel to the flames; an unfit behavior
That's what those too ambitious pretentious people have
Who's gonna clean who ?
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