Métèque [English translation]
Métèque [English translation]
With my wog-like face
My mug of a wandering nigga
Still so resistant to staying in line
I'll be honest with you, as honest as can be
In line I can't [stay]*, your morals examined closely
Being cut off my ego,
Makes me psycho, I bare my fangs
Makes me psycho in my flow, and then there's no more ideals
Thus I become addicted to arrogance, violence
And then, for you good people, ah ! it's too much.
With my wog-like face, my predatory looks
In phase with his time, I grew up without any tutor
grew up like weed,
Like a croatian or serbian kid,
Being told my attitude makes people puke
Shit hits the fan, shit hits the fan
With my wog-like face, patched up, that mixed it up in fights
From whom everything was taken away, stolen away, to whom was given so little
I was severly beaten up by my deserter of a father
To the point where I hoped there was happiness in hell
Atrophied perception
And it's not your morals that put clothes on my back
Because the isolation in which I grew up was unfair
In which I was deeply pushed
To which nobody ever wanted to change anything
With my wog-like face watered by passion
My priesthood is my mission and if reward there is,
my heart leads me to death
Nothing can be taken for granted, this
I'm not worried about.
With my bitter and sour looks, curved like an iron wire
sharpened for war, I work for the parent company
With my face, I'm real careful,
I don't have a greek god aspect
It's possible I get arrested, or by mistake get chartered**
With my drank-too-much mouth, my obtuse looks that stinks of streets
With my washed out eyes making me look like I'm dreaming
With my criminal dreams
My non-stop fits of rage
With my wog-like face
Inheriting a remote suffering
I don't wanna end up like a victim, or even end up at Fresnes
With her face and her green eyes
Everything brings me closer to my mom
Everything keeps me farther away from my father thanks to whom I have this bitter taste [in my mouth]
- Artist:Joey Starr
- Album:Gare Au Jaguar