1981 | A COLORS SHOW Lyrics English Translation by La Fouine
Cheh
What up baby?
The story starts in Trappes in 1981 (81)
In the gang, there was too many of us but in our pockets we didn’t even have one (not even one)
The purple puts you in orbit like Yuri Gagarin
In middle school, lots of fools around me ’cause I was selling flour
Barely 15, I’m thirsty for cash so I leave school
Real hard to make it in the 7-8 so I break the codes
All that’s left is faith when the bailiffs take the furniture (take the furniture)
Twenty years later, the fucking Ferrari, I’ll buy it new (buy it new)
Free Palestine and, me, I’d rather stay with my people (yeah)
Red carpet to hide all the blood they had on their hands
I was selling the green, I was selling the yellow like I was from Nantes
I pull up to the hood, they see the iron and they speak Dutch
I was 16, I got caught for armed robbery (armed robbery)
And I’d rather do life than a cop’s salary (a cop’s salary)
Me, I’d be nothing without a few solid bros
A few shoulders in case I ended up slumped off lean (slumped off lean)
And my diamonds are perfect like Willylancien’s voice (Willylancien) But I prefer Wallen’s old voice
Bois-d’Arcy, I end up in the hole, my dreams are just scratched out (just scratched out)
Like I’m missing the Africa Cup because of Just Riadh (Just Riadh)
Respect before money, me, I told ’em, I want both
When I ran into the smuggler, I had two coins on my eyes (let’s gui)
9 milli’ aimed at him, damn, I’m demanding the watch
Nothing’s free and even Paradise demands death
Remember, we had nothing except a soccer field
A few heavy weapons in the basement to take ’em down better (to take ’em down better)
I’d come home, a kid on the ground, a crazy story
The OG got out, he’d promised him a C field (let’s go)
And I’m writing this text so you remember who we are (Banlieue Sale)
Life’s a bitch, I think she’s got too many miles (too many miles)
A little more purple to calm my pain (calm my pain)
I go out with my ablutions in case the good Lord calls me
Loneliness reminds me when the phone stopped ringing
Cigarette butts in the ashtray, even the five prayers, I stopped doing ’em
Memory in the skin, frozen in the veins (frozen in the veins)
The witness recognizes me but I don’t know how to do anything except deny the facts
Rest in peace Mehdi, for you, the night dimmed
At 20, I got caught for drug trafficking in an organized gang (let’s go)
Them, they’re fake bad guys, us, we’re fake good guys (fake good guys)
And we don’t even look at prices anymore when we eat (when we eat)
They wanna rewrite history but God already wrote it
In Gaza, soon Sephoras to cover up the crimes (to cover up the crimes)
I spend the night with her, sometimes, I think about the other one
And the Moon whispers to me that I shouldn’t betray the dawn
Remember, we had nothing except a soccer field
A few heavy weapons in the basement to take ’em down better (to take ’em down better)
I’d come home, a kid on the ground, a crazy story
The OG got out, he’d promised him a C field (a C field)
And I’m writing this text so you remember who we are (Banlieue Sale)
Life’s a bitch, I think she’s got too many miles (too many miles)
A little more purple to calm my pain (calm my pain)
I go out with my ablutions in case the good Lord calls me (the good Lord calls me)