DOG LIFE

Another sacrifice
One more vice
The same pain in my plexus
I work hard to get paid more
I rhyme about the 19th district, it’s not luxury
I rap on PreSonus
Youss the Clear Voice
No more squatting in bus shelters
Find me in my 19th district
I compose 16 verse stanzas
I’m like an actor of Scorsese
With other thugs waiting for me to fight them
Do you want your weed on credit? I’d rather see you dead
Around here, we dream about silver rims
I won’t give you anything for free
That’s why we sell every day
For the little ones who will do it the next day
We are not all saints
Blacks, North Africans
We do things well
Urban life
Full of bastards
The cops come
To arrest my men
Dog’s life
There is nothing to do, bro
We’re bored to death

I write pages
And I choose whom I want to keep
Around me
There are people who pray who steal who deal
And others who are wise
I’ve done all of that at my age
Nothing is lost
As long as you don’t pull the trigger
You need an aspirin for your head
Our lives are ripped off
To sequester you they need to attach you
The journalists cannot help but to disclose the reputation
To relegate
I’ve seen people who live like dogs
And rise
Make a buzz
Then fall
Bouncing like a balloon
Then end up in a prison cell