Jinxed on the way in, lucky on the way out.
I have a blast watching "Scarface", like everyone, The end justifies the means. Deliberately and briskly to the wrong end of eternity.

The guys cross their own names, shoot for cash, I hear the bells, the sound of spades,Easy. Nailed on a bench, nothing else to do, we drink beer Yeah, this is our life, dont talk about minimum wage here. Learn more at our Paroles de Demain c'est loin par RK: Loin, loin, loin / Loin, loin, loin / / Après l'beau temps, y a la pluie, demain, c'est loin / J'avais du mal à comp Use your imagination. To be so young and have a full bag of them. Believe in whom, believe in what, the guys are like mirrors, The image of the gangster sows its seeds like gangreneSeeds. Rasor blade on the handbag, and here comes the doughTomorrow ? Games of dice, of cards, gambling, fatal attraction Growing up in a parking lot and see older bros making moolah Who had to celebrate his twenties with 3 cans of cheap beer. We dont have the time, or we'll lose money, others will take it. Guys wiped off the map, like on a blackboard. Tomorrow is far away, we're not in a rush, slowly and surely We move forward while watching our asses to allow ourselves a future. Right away, walls are reserved like parking spots. You dribble concrete, spit concrete, shit concrete Future, the future won't change a thing, the next generations Will be worse than us, their lives will be more morose But it's a smoke screen, one day you lose your mind.

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Il faudrait une note pour expliquer le jeu de mots.3/4 cuir -> la veste de gangster est passée à la trappe ?Satan nous tient avec sa fourche -> Joli raccord! We are using cookies to improve your experice browsing our site. Tchac ! Pockets are full but the target is far. Demain c'est loin, on n'est pas pressé, au fur et à mesure On avance en surveillant nos fesses pour parler au futur Futur, le futur ne changera pas grand chose, les générations prochaines Seront pires que nous, leur vie sera plus morose Notre avenir, c'est la minute d'après le but, anticiper Prévenir, avant de … We made our choice, let the meat grill and flash the gold.Gold. Night falls, whatever the weather, we roll the dice, we need to gamble Fighting disbelief, the gods are watching humans walking From the window comes a scream, a man is being robbed Nouvel album It's not Manilla, ok, but cigarettes turn into spliffs.Early on, its already family out there, Kader's posseCouncillors keep hammering "renovation", it's comforting But it's still the same shit under the fresh layer of paint. Here, all is grey Prefering hanging around down here, we'd get bored up there We walk in the shadows of evil from dusk till dawn But against their lasers, some lose hope, many hit the groundFight. You get 3 months, the noise goes around, reputation swells Pow ! All walking the same way, just wanting to fill their pockets.Pocket, closet. Tacchini tracksuit, landing chicks easy, like Manny. You win once, lose a thousand times, future is a lottery We want to escape this prison, a needle goes around, time for action

Easy like the jacket of the submissive bourgeois 4, 5 shady jobs From a discreet maverick to organised crime, the seeds turned to rootsStopped. From the cradle, we teach them that nothing makes a man but money For this, I dedicate my lyrics as votive offerings, man. Don't regret the cash when cops knock at your door.