didicace lga3e wlade l'guetto

My immortal
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

Je suis si fatiguée d'être ici,
Etouffée par mes craintes enfantines
Et si tu dois partir
J'aimerais que tu partes tout simplement.
Car l'ombre de ta présence persiste
Et elle ne me laissera pas en paix

[Pont]
Il semble que ces blessures ne cicatriseront pas
Cette douleur n'est que trop réelle
Il y en a simplement trop pour que le temps puisse effacer

[Refrain]
Quand tu pleurais, j'essuyais toutes tes larmes
Quand tu criais, je combattais toutes tes craintes
J'ai tenu ta main pendant toutes ces années
Mais tu as toujours
Tout de moi

Autrefois, tu me captivais
Par ta lumière résonnante
Maintenant je suis restée prisonière de cette vie que tu as laissée
Ton visage hante
Mes rêves qui furent un temps agréables
Ta voix a chassé
Toute la raison en moi

[Pont] [Refrain]

J'ai tant lutté pour me convaincre que tu étais bien partie
Mais bien que quelque part tu sois toujours avec moi
Je suis seule depuis le début

[Refrain]

J'entends des bruits sur mon téléphone sans fil
Sous coke comme Tnoy M., tes balles je me les enfile
Parti de quedalle, j'ai jamais voulu taffer
J'ai grandi avec la daronne, enfermé, libéré sur parole
Pour me refaire j'ai fait c'qu'il fallait : du bien, du mal
J'ai commencé l'rap à 17 balais
Depuis mes débuts, gagner j'ai l'habitude
Ma putain d'attitude, j'arrête pas d' prendre de l'altitude
Alors je suis mes négros et mes négros me suivent
Rafale de balles dans les amygdales, les faux négros me fuient
Reflet de mon époque, moi et mon glock et mes potes
Aucune confiance en leur justice et si le proc m'insulte
Comme une vulgaire salope de film de uc
Obligé d' tirer sur ce fils de pute
J'veux une cellule individuelle, avant qu'on s'entretue
La vie d' rue a fait de nous de dangereux individus
Dis bonjour au mauvais garçon, regarde les flammes dans mon iris
Que la nation brûle sous mes lyrics
Ma cour de récréation fait son gen-ar dans n'importe quelle voie
Renoi passe moi la zeb et la son-boi

verse 1

bezerba 9lebti wejhak/ lwa9t lli 3douk ghlbak ana w9aft f saffak/
nsaffa9, lik ou nchaja3, ma jatch nfarchak/
madam sa7bek, rabe7 wella khasser lazem nasrek/
tari9at tafkiri hadi bach ykoun f 3elmek/
ma ndalmak ma t3adda, 3aref fin ja l7ed ma ntkhatta/
nta lli bghiti tet7adda, nta li bghiti tet3acha biya, lyouma bik netghadda/
3chir, 7rouf ma kanch 3lik tenta9ha
bin storek t7at7a/ te3raf chrotha ou tekhra9ha/
le3chir, may kherej l3ayb may hdar f dhar 3chiro bel 3ayb/
mesla7tou, hia mesla7thom bjouj/
rba7 kan wella khsara yet9asmoh bjouj/
3dou wa7ed fihom howa 3douhoum bjouj ymout me9jouj/
hadouk homa l3echran rjal lkhesman lli may bedelhom 7al/
zian wella khyab dima lkef foug lkef ded l3edian

refrain :

may hemch fin hrabti, meni ba9i ma fleti
kount dima 9rib, ou kounti dima b3id
7ssebtek khesim sa3a tla3ti 9a7ba pila
ou hadi stor gha tkhelik sehran sh7al men lila

may hemch shkoun kenti, benesbalia meti
sa7bi l9dim daba howa 3douya jdid
tmen snin lli be3tiha b drahem 9lila
ana kebit 3liha lisans ou ch3alt lftila

verse 2

men 98 dert fik ti9a 3amia/
nwaslo wella n7aslo, denia hania/
ma kountch 3aref niytek ghadara 3lia 9ania/
ma kountch 3arfek gha te9lab wejhak ftania/
kount nkhelli l9alb 9rib, oublach l3echra m3ak tzid/
bel7a9 tajriba ka tfid/
da7ka safra 3la wejhak ou 9elbak bel korh ki féd/
daba 3raft serrek 3raft 9elbak mrid/
hania, beddalt tri9/ ou 3raft nekhtar rfi9/
3chiri AL FARESS 3andi b7al ch9i9/
7it ki 3raf b7a9 sdi9, ou fiya dima ki ti9/
ou 3echran men YOU-C we H.N lli rojla bihom ka tli9/
daba koulchi wade7/ jak klami 9asse7/
jak flowi jare7/ m3ak bayet ou m3ak sabe7/
hadi rissala kan hdik fiha kan dfel 3lik/
ou har ndour fik gha t7ess blard ka dour bik/

Refrain

Verse 3

koul ma n7el bab ytsado 3achra/
koul ma 9tolt 3do, 3achra men s7abi ukhounou l3echra/
wach se7ba t9adat ma b9at oulla ti9a salat yemkan la3ba tkechfat,
wana goult hadik nefsek lkhbita lwajibha addat/
ya3ni lbwab lli bini w binek tsaddat/
wa law ch3ar ychib ou jeld yetja3ad/
kount dima 9rib ou khtarti tba3ad, wa ba33ad ba33ad/
machi be darori nmeyez les7ab men chmayt men awal choufa/
sa7ba bel foum sahel tgoulha/
bel 7a9 s3ib tkounha/
ma 9dartich tsonha/
ou ka d7ak, mazal nchoufou shkoun lli ghay d7al lakhar/
shkoun lli ghay tfi nar ou shkoun lli ghay tbakhar/
lli tharras may tsala7 wila tsala7 yeb9a mech9o9 ou 3la sebba/
hada lli kayen goulto, bla ma nzid wala n9os menou 7abba

Refrain

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted

One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There'ss vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
Hes so mad, but he wont give up that
Is he? No
He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes
It dont matter, hes dope
He knows that, but hes broke
Hes so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him

HOOK:

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
Hes grown farther from home, hes no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

HOOK

No more games, Ima change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I cant get by with my 9 to 5
And I cant provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers
And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failures not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salems lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

HOOK

You can do anything you set your mind to, man