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[Lunatic - La lettre/ English Translation]

[Verse 1: Ali]
03/07, dawg I received your letter from the 02/25
Still the same shit outside, narcotics and gossip roaming around
Reliable homies told me they know the snitch
An old friend with who we rapped
Anyway, we'll see later, Mounir told me
That you shared your cell with his brother, give him my regards
Betrayed by reason when it went missing
Deceived by judges who of our lives never understood a thing
Deceived in prison and its walls by how many yеars it took from you
Fooled by madness and its presеnce, everything was written
From birth and its cry until shroud and its silence
Bro, my words won't be enough to saw your bars
But to reinforce your patience, to turn it into steel
Touré got some good news: Mala might leave Nanterre at the end of the month
Praise to the one moving forward
Gotta think about ducking the pen
So we see each other on the next visit
How's Booba? And go "see you later"

[Verse 2: Booba]
August 18, 1998, in this fucking remand prison
They told I'll soon leave, it would appear
I'm not Snoop, I rap without a crowd, you know what they say?
I gotta work for that bitch ass judge to give me parol
Khami, shit got me fucked up like spending my holidays in solitary
I think over and without my zoula, no way I can sleep
Listen Ali, things will get better, at least I believe
I hang out with two-three guys from 93
Our enemies ranks are fuller, they ain't sending money orders
Why do I write crazy ass texts, they wonder
By the way, they say the music industry had been bleeding
And that niggas keep on signing
I saw the others at the parlor, I heard words are spread around
Of course always the same bitches, it smells fishy, homie
Now I straighten up, because at the solitary there's a smell of stretcher
And I dream of banging the nurse, nigga
I've stoop so low, to speak about it I'd have to hurt my back
Fuck me, what a dope ass rhyme
Anyway, when I'm out, bring me a lil hoe, dumb, lost
I'll make her scream from the tip of my long cock
When we'll kick it, shit's gonna be tragic, panic at the clinic
Magic, my music is some 11'43
Other than that in my cell, I do push-ups, I write texts, I work
And on the walls I got photos of hoes
And the hack watch me out, key ring in perpetuity
Yessir, their moms are prostitutes
Now I know who I can count on
Thanks for your help, I'll survive, shit ain't Senegal or Turkey
Prison is pression, feed the instinct of revolution
So rehabilitation can go suck my dick
They don't know if my birth should have happened
Fuck them, personally I wanna become what I should have been
Another few weeks in solo, go slap radios on your own
Just like panthers thirtsy for thots behind thick chains
How ugly that we reached this point
To forget, come Saturday to talk about this past life
Make sure to tell those in power and their toddlers
That we have chromed hand, green dollar eyes, guns so cops don't go out of work
Clique, technic of barbarian, forget it
I harass the judge, soon I tear off barbwire
We're busy as a bee, in withdrawal of booty and bottle
Hey fam I'll prepare you them pastas with tuna
We want gold, only if God wants it will we obtain that
For now I tear off sheets to make yo-yos
Say hello to them man, peace to you, life
Keeps going, send some dough so I purchase stuff
[Outro]
"Inside everybody!
- I'm assigning you a permanent job, the carpentry shop
It's a paying job
- How much?
- 15 cents an hour
- Well I always knew crime would pay
- It's a job
See you later"