[Alpha Wann - UNE MAIN LAVE L’AUTRE/ English Translation]

[Verse 1]
Han, I'm getting bigger, the place grows narrower, I'm shaking
I'm hitting the wall like a depressed guy, where is the emergency exit?
It's hard to open the eyes, I think I'm stoned
A guy in white coat cuts the cord, I come into this sweet France on a summer night
Hey me, I didn't left my mother's womb to deal some crap
Young introverted n***a, mind way too fertile for the school system
With the colleagues, in the back we sat down, where the dunces and troublemakers connected as early as the secondary
You know the Com8 pullovers era
This epoch flew by pretty quickly, an existence pretty empty
The adolescence has its vices, really young, I was bored of living
Today, I'm rising and watching my brother going downhill
This life clearly is stressful, in it I saw more funerals than births
1.9.9.5. my left hand and my right hand
L'Entourage, my heart and my blood, my gun and my plan

[Chorus]
One hand washes the other, one hand washes the other
One hand washes the other, one hand washes the other

[Verse 2]
One hand washes the other but they join to wash the face
My Guinean cousin told me his life would change if he had the visa, yeah
Like him I spend my life waiting for things never coming
Fuck it, no panic it helps me
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger and make my lyrics bitter
Six thirsty in the mornin', face lighted by the Mac screen
I still think about her, classy even in flip flop
She broke with me over some dumb stuff, I like how her clothes fall
I handed my heart over to her, she put it in the dumpster
Pretty like "la femme d'un autre", she turned me sta-stammerer
You left your mark on my life by taking my soul out
I'm with another woman but I still think about you during the act
You know what my ex used to told me: "One day, you'll be treated like you're treating me"
Today, I've understood everything in one go
I'm a n***a, let me lament like my people
She don't care about my life while we where supposed to go hand in hand
[Chorus]
One hand washes the other, one hand washes the other
One hand washes the other, one hand washes the other

[Verse 3]
I'm the one whose family is ashamed of
I exist trough a pencil lead, lead a miscreant life
The father thinks he shouldn't have come here
Older son, lyricist, liar, thief, illicit consumer
My life is crippled, it's me the shooter, what a shame, I have lil brothers
I need to stray from the curve and the wide and may God protect them, yeah
Who's this stranger in the bathroom mirror?
I know this loser will be there tomorrow
Life is a match, gotta hit all the shoots
I'm in a bad mood everyday
The feeling that hell is under my shoes
I'm rapping the glory of the material but I'm aiming for heaven
Am I maximizing my chances when you assimilate my chants?
Everyday, I go downhill more then ask the loser: Are you done going downhill?
I got the lighter, go ahead, empty the gas
I waste my time applying my art and I live a scumbag life
Only praying can recycle my soul
One hand washes the other