ORELSAN - MANIFESTO [LYRICS] • RAPRNB<

INTROWhen my friend Mickey gave me an appointment in ParisHe forgot to specify in a fucking demonstration What the hell am I doing in a fucking protest? I'm not concerned with society, I'm a fucking artist

VERSE 1I haven't demonstrated anything since high schoolSkipping school, the only idea that made me militateAnd if you want the truth, I find the protests gunned downI think about it in passing , in the middle of a flash mob of nurses Surrounded by somewhat politicized rednecks Who take out their megaphones to shout banalities to pick up Mickey who just texted meIt says “I'm at République, I'm not far from the metro”Between brackets, I'm with France, the sister at FredoBetween brackets, don't say anything, I'm trying after a big part of “Where's Charlie?” Gives me a discreet wink, shows me a smoke bomb I feel him intoxicated by the demonstration and the reigning atmosphere The CRS, the barricades, the main Parisian streets It excites him, he has the impression of being in BFM I tell him that I don't understand why he watches this fucking channel While he tells me all the time that they lie and that they hate him He tells me that he just puts it on Basically, it gives him a presence And somehow he always does something else at the same time Like sharing low-end conspiratorial stuff To which I replied “haha” when in real life I don't watch them I convinced myself that basically he doesn't believe in it It's just that his life is less bland with a bit of drama In short, the procession will leave soon And I'm going to leave the procession soon Except that France introduces us to her good girlfriend Mathilde Mickey doesn't believe in covid so he tries the wind Barely long enough for it to dodge, we walk to the sound of the drums Samba do Brasil atmosphere by party people who have no rhythm There are employees, teachers, I'm at my family celebrations It shouts lame slogans on ministers or I don't know who

PONTI'm in the demo I'm in the demo

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VERSE 2I take advantage of the walk to get closer to MathildeWho says she knows France because she comes from Caen and she fledHalf fashion blogger, half journalistSo exactly the kind of girls that annoy me and attract me that manage to give themselves a protesting style with a little whore twist If I had to describe her: “2021” She tells me that if her career goes well, she would see well at QuotidienFor the moment it's Pure People who ensures its daily lifeI don't know if it's the protest atmosphere that does thatBut Mathilde and I are embarking very quickly on a great debateWhich mixes gender fluid, Uyghurs and vegansSo basically a lot of subjects that in fact I don't know She recites on the fingertips Not only do I have no argument, but she is smarter than me I feel attacked, I put a lot of effort into it bad faithI say 2-3 things a little reactive, she ignores me and snapsT'way I have a girlT'way I don't give a fuck thereI'm going to see Mickey, tell him that I'm barreHe tells me I'm a bastard because we can never see each other Offers me a beer, 1 p.m., I agree to drink Fifteen minutes later I start to like What's cool about Mickey is that 'he will always be MickeyI feel like I'm 18, that we've never left each otherWe make shitty jokes like that it's better not to tweetWe pass in front of the Olympia when I think of something stupid I tell Mickey: “by the way, why are we protesting?” He says to me: “ask France”, I'm mainly here for the pecho I'm going to do France that I know a little, it's the sister to Fredo Out of politeness, I ask her what's become of her She tells me that she's doing very well And I can tell straight away that she's not doing very well I haven't seen her in ten years and she's taken twenty 'says she's staying in Caen because her parents are far awayThat she would move well but it's more practical for her sonHer husband left with a girl from another departmentThat's so much the better because 'he was ultra possessiveAnd the way she works all the time, she has no time to be sadIt's crazy that she confides so quicklyShe tells me that she sees few new people so she takes advantage of it She talks to me about the days she spends feeding, making beds That she's both a nurse, a maid and a psychologist That in the end washing old people isn't that painful Because it makes her happy to be able to do pleasureThat at first it's weird being with senile peopleThat you get used to death being part of your lifeShe says she works more at night because it exhausts herThat one of the problems of the interim is to take a creditShe explains to me that juggling between a kid and a SMICCIt's quite an art, you have to know how to enter a survival modeThat it takes time and energy to be brokeHaving to manage a budget to the pennyBeing like a prisoner of stressThe threat of bailiffs behind her headOverdrafts, debts, fear of the mailboxShe tells me that her life was already not perfectBut that now she must worry about retirement And that's why we're here That we demonstrate against the sons of bitches of the State

BRIDGEI'm in the demo Wow, oh, eh

VERSE 3I think Mickey is really good since he's attacking a scooterMathilde makes a story out of it: “Bravo France, your new guy”In the boxes Monopoly blues, we demonstrate at 4 p.m., rumors of brats who haven't had a siesta There are ieps hanging around, it's running a bit all over the place I don't know if it's the smoke or the atmosphere has become dense Nothing is progressing, people lose patienceInsults replace songs unrelated to retirement in FranceObviously there's more respect for barrier gesturesJust guys making big gestures and throwing up barriersOne landed in a Franprix just behindGuys in balaclavas rush on the window to fuck his mother Mickey rushes into the breach Comes out a minute later at Fort-Boyard, his arms full of big cans I just have time to tell him “there are the cops” That he is 'gets tackled by a civilian, Mickey dodges him magnificentlyThe cop crashes like shit against an electric poleTrips his feet in his truncheon, it goes tragicomicThe cop ends up in a ballMickey do I give him a big beer in the mouth, we take refuge in the crowd Mathilde is jubilant because she filmed everything Besides, it's already retweeting It's quickly done, I tell myself it's time to slip away Except that 'we lost France who must regret having taken a day of RTTOne hour after everything got worseCars returned, the tear gas starts to stingI still don't know where France has goneI have to take care of Mickey, torn, who does everything to go on the newsWhen I see Mathilde in tears freaking outI take her to a quiet corner so she can explain to meShe stammers things about her image and her careerHer tweet has gone viral but not the right one mannerRecovered by shit like Valeurs ActuellesSo the opposite of Mathilde and her own valuesIn fact, as Mickey is a little mixed We use the tweet like “the misdeeds of the guys in the city”Where he never set foot, if I have to specifyWe say that's what the journalist wanted to denounce It's at the end of the video where she had no chance Because we see two little white girls, one of whom says "thank you France" It became a racist hashtag, #MerciFranceAnd in real life I find it a bit funny when, hey, I get a blow on the hip, and – a blow on the legI'm facing 2 agents, including this one from the video beforeMickey me grabs him by the arm and yells: “get the hell out of here now!” I run, limp, go 5 meters, fall flat on my stomach I turn around panting, see Mickey, his smoke bomb Facing the cop in the video 'before who takes out his flashball It makes me a space-time hole

VERSE 4I see the cop's face distorted by hatredI think he's thinking of the meme where Spider-Man sweeps him away like shitHe must think he works for France, not to be humiliated by it I tell myself that the can in the head, it was maybe not worth it imagine on a loop on BFMOr just imagine nothing seeing that he drank 15 HeinekenI hear a gunshot going offMickey staggers at the right moment, shoots it goes a meter awayHis shitty smoke goes out before he even leaves throws A body hits the ground near me, blood comes out of the head I recognize France, I tell myself that she will not have her retirement

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