Lyrics: Lower than the ground Tired of the pavement, we want to see the sea And every time the drugs calm me down I forget that I have angels above my head No halo above my head, we move in the fog Half on another planet, half in the black hole We lead breathtaking lives, they spend their lives cutting off the power No wonder we're crazy, look at the neighborhood, it's dying It's been dying for years, between guns and conflicts From the cellar to the stairs, from the ton to small trafficking Sometimes it's a mess between theory and practice And the rich love selfishness, these true comedians tire me Motherfucker, you know what I mean It's shit and not chocolate on Lamine's knife And how's your side? Is it the same as mine? Surviving, struggling, sell one bag and take two joints Stressed like rats, they want to train us like dogs We'll all screw them over like the state, and I'll leave everything for my own I thought I would see the light, but it went out I pray for all those I love and those I used to love Lower than the ground Tired of the pavement, we want to see the sea And every time the drugs calm me down I forget that I have angels above my head Lower than the ground Tired of the pavement, we want to see the sea And every time the drugs calm me down I forget that I have angels above my head Perched like a cat at the sight of any money I hung out under the door, the hood and the security Trouble and greenery amidst the concrete blocks No, I'm not a whore, but I've seen friends betray me And they act like gentlemen, old-fashioned machos But in the end, a lot of dealers bring us the best stuff We don't have much left to lose, we're straightforward in our affairs We steal others' bread to put something on our plates And man, people are stupid, all they do is compare But as long as we see accounts, my songs will be on point I haven't traveled the world extensively, I've noticed That every time it's the good ones who plunge, they keep getting screwed For respect in the streets, we fight without separating But at the end of the day, they rise up, they're insane Damn, free Jeff and the others who are stuck in the system A threesome, a drag, it can get messy for the throne Lower than the ground Tired of the pavement, we want to see the sea And every time the drugs calm me down I forget that I have angels above my head Lower than the ground Tired of the pavement, we want to see the sea And every time the drugs calm me down I forget that I have angels above my head
