Laisse pas trainer ton fils [English translation]

[Verse 1: Kool Shen]

At the dawn of the year 2000

It's not the same for the youth anymore

For those in the streets, for those trying to get them off

Anyway, there's no more jobs

The circle is now complete, the system is flooded

And the youth are drunk, dirtied under the silence

The only way out is the street, even if it's covered in blood

It's not a problem for those who are prepared

Some will even make it out better off than they were before

But for the rest, it's not gonna be easy

No need to hide your face, it's not enough to sell kilos

You gotta protect your turf for tomorrow

To make sure your people are getting by

Dodge the shivs

To keep your goods intact

Your core crew, tightly knit, listen to the scanner to decide whether to keep the contact

Or move, avoid the red zones and

Of course, never go on vacation

Is that what you want for your son?

Is that how you want him to grow up?

I don't have any advice to give, but you don't want him slippin'

Watch over him, when he speaks, listen to him!

Don't let him look elsewhere for the love that should be in your eyes

[Chorus: Kool Shen]

Don't let your son hang out in the street

If you don't want him slippin'

Or coming back with vices

Don't let your son hang out in the street

If you don't want him slippin'

[Verse 2: Joey Starr]

Fuck! When he told me, "I never asked to have you!"

It was these drunken words that convinced me

My father contributed to pushing me to the streets

I thought I found something better, I saw

I was just a 14-year-old boy with a discrepancy in age

I could catch a glimpse like it was a mirage

No more restrictions, just a ruthless ambition

To bite the forbidden lifestyle, to make the most of everything that happens next

The streets were able take me 'cause it trusted me

Something that was a like a nuisance for my father

Neither of us wanted to patch things up

Every attempt showed us we had too much pride

My father wasn't a singer, but he loved singing the same old song

Especially the ones that hit you like a stab in the chest

He thought he was playing it cool, he didn't want to or even try to

Put aside his fucking ego that was straining family ties

A little more every day

He must've seen me as more worthless than a hooptie in L'argus

So I had to give up and find my own accomplices

My partners in slippin'

Sorry if I'm getting too personal

[Chorus: Kool Shen]

[Verse 3: Kool Shen]

What did you want your son to learn in the streets?

What virtues did you think they'd teach him?

You haven't seen how much it reeks out there

But what's the stench of death like?

When you breathe it in, man, you're like a stillborn

You limit yourself

By going 'round in circles

Your brain fails you, then jumps to conclusions

It's really bad when you lose control

When in the eyes of others, you play into your role more and more

Your role of caille-ra, just so no one says

"You're no longer part of the crew"

It's crazy, but it's like that

Down here more than anywhere, survival is a fight

With low blows, baton swings

Dodges and "Pow!"s in fucking brawls

Don't let your son hang out in the street

If you don't want him slippin'

Or coming back with vices

No, don't let your son hang out in the street

[Chorus: Kool Shen]

• Artist:Suprême NTM