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As I'm nearing thirty, I fear to be in my fifties,
but only God knows whether I'll make it to my thirties,
so my future and my dreams are put on ice.
Right now, I have quarantined my scars.
I write this song like the end of a carreer.
I came, I saw, I conquered1 then I went into reverse.
If this was my last song, I would like people to remember
that behind my scars a queen was hidden.

This is my mea culpa, my eyeliner is not smudged2, no
And if tears mess up my makeup, know that my hart does not hesitate.
I am upright and passionate, dreaming of a passionate love.
And you, my heart SOS SO do3 you love me?
I have seen the world inside and out
Craving for stitches
They got the better of me in the end, my damned wounds
I am living on the fringes of this world
since I tasted hell.
It is so dark at the bottom when you're lost without lanterns

I have bent one knee to the ground at the eand of year 2007.
They said Mel4, it's either the mental house or the coffin for you
Unbelievable: me, the warrior, I stopped a bullet, right in the head
A bullet in my spirits, I blew a fuse or so they say
I took ten steps toward God since I went down, or so they say
They even say I'm getting better since they let me down.
'Cause that's how life goes, when youre OK you've got lots of friends
then as you fade out, you hear a voice that says you're alone, Mélanie
Rise up for the sake of you mother, at least do that for her
Rise up for your bros and sis who like your poems and go
Hoyo in the concert halls at night
Hoyoyoyoy when you sing, you little suburb girl

You hear a voice that says "fight on,
at least for him.
Maybe he is the only one, maybe the father of your daughter".
And then the voice speaks less often and you collapse.
There are no more MTV-awards in the hospital to help you as you sink.
Coz I admit it, yeah, I had a stay in the loony bin.
There, where happiness is to be found in pills and injections
There, where you're nothing but a patient, nothing but a fucking prescription
In the Vésinay or in St Anne5 you might have come across my ambulance
I saw shrinks play God and pretend they could read my heart
There, where eyes roll upwards after 9 PM
Alone in your room, when you must fight you lower your sights:
these fucking drugs came and stole my strength6
little by little, they came and fried my brain.
These medicaster shrinks saw my shining euros
Liars, the whole of them, hope smugglers.
I just had a heart too big for a too delusive future
Take this song as a shell in your face or a bombshell7
You won't end my crushes8 with loxapac
antipsychotic, antidepressant, anti anti
No wonder you're crazy: you're too kind, kind
Really I'm just like anybody else
half wisdom half anger
They said you have a lifelong disease
you have a bipolar disorder.
Me, like an idiot, I bought that so I swallowed it
I saw a stuff that could soothe my heart at the bottom of a cup
My face distorted by my demons
Yeah, I blew a fuse
Amazing how many people love you as you hit rock bottom
They feel good when you collapse because they immediately feel strong.
Now when I was making the crowds jump
they were just dying
yeah, dying of jealousy,
therefore happy to see Diam's die
And even if that was true, Mélanie rises up.
Today Mélanie is high, I call that my second birth
When my belly9 is full,
my heart is filled with gratitude.
In the end it's always the same people,
the true people who back me up.
Those who love me equally when I cry for joy or sorrow.
I write this song as if it was the last of my life.
Need to spit out what I have to say, need to tell you about my crisis
Right now down below if I swear I'm allright
that's because you can see Sébastien right behind me all the time.
Let me pay a tribute to all these men and women who cheer me up
The only ones who can really say they are close to me
One day I changed my number without telling anyone
And that's when I saw who tried to know what I had become
Often I ask myself "what would you have done if you were Diam's?"
Would you have drunk champagne or bought yourself tears?
Would you have take advantage of your fame to snub your audience?
Or understand that with your cockiness you could help Africa?
Tell me, what would you have done if you were me?
Would you have spent all your money in luxury or worked in the shadow, tell me?
What would you have done? What would you have done?
As for a single punch10 everyone sues you?
What would you have done?
Buy a bigger plasma screen? No way: I already have a movie theater at home.
They are so nice, according to them you should look like everybody else
Let me explain: I am not calibrated, I am too plump
What would you have done in my shoes? You would have quit rap?
Granted, in this business there are few lasting relationships
WHat would you have done if it was your last show?
Ask for millions € or ask for Hoyoo Hoyoyoyo?
This is what I ask for
Hoyoyo
Not that the audience accalims me
but that it sings with me our common sufferings.
You and me we are alike, we pump up the volume
I don't hear a thing, I am deaf when cunts are jabbering,
when mass media hound me to discover what I'm hiding
I gave them my pen, they went after my hand
I held up one to them, then they tasted my fist.11
I am a rap singer, not just a singer, hey
Let that be clear
I am a mean girl, not a singer
So I don't owe you anything
Me, I am gentle, I rarely get angry
But my mom said "respect yourself and you will be respected"
I look at them as they fight
to come out of the dark
They have no idea of the problems glory brings
A sword of Damocles above your head
You never walk avay unscathed from glory or suburbs12
Even worse when you have no brother, no father and you're alone
Soothing your despair to avoid drawing a gun
THe more I know men the more I risk going to jail
So the less people I see the less bruises I get
I would like to be an exemplary women
I confess it
Nevertheless, if you hit me I will not turn the other cheek
No, I have hot blood, vithout carribean stuff
I am just the offspring of the hell of a warrior (woman)
I am the daughter of an armor13
The grandmother of French Rap14
Today I am at peace, therefore I can help
Plead guilty if however I dragged people into sin
As I was talking about suicide or my problems
It is like I did not understand why you cling to life
Yeah, I know how it feels to be nothing but emptiness, nothing but wrinkles,
no more tears, no more laughter, no more rage in your guts
Nothing left to boost you
You gobble [pills] to get yourself unstuck
but your uneasiness is not cured, you are simply drugged
Standing next to the depressed people
Standing next to them beacause no soul on Earth will be able to help you
Seek peace inside of you
I know you would like someone to free you,
to understand you as you bleed
and life has no taste anymore
You must know that, in the hospital, it's like I lost my memories
Therefore from the past I keep only what gave me hope
I understand the world now15
I understand the cunts16
In the end we will all be held accountable
So I hurry to be a loving daughter
For the one who carried me for 8 months in her womb
She, who suffered like a martyr the day of delivery
Has well deserved that I cover her with diamonds
Yeah, I hurry to be an adult to help my little sisters
Even if I look more like Peter17 in the tour bus
I love speed and waiting, being straight and crooked
for I am the temple and the gun18

As soon as I sing rap, because I don't speak that much now
This is quite a big ego-trip, yeah
This is my most beautiful song
I got smashed by the locomotive running at full speed
Emotional, I got stuck by human stupidity right in the mouth
I am too fragile for this world
So sometimes I run away, and if I happen to fall, well, I get up again and I fight
THere is no room for the weaks and life is a struggle
Wanna be a star? Kwon that the life od a star is a slut.
She robs you of your money, robs you of your moral values
Drags you away from the moon in worthless VIP parties
Consider me as a traitor
I have infiltrated the system
Today I am ready to defend myself, only on the stage
And no matter if I sell a lot less records
Yeah, I take that risk to get away from this business, yeah, yeah
I want to become a normal person again,
who walks around without 10.000€ in her pocket

I am too simple for them
Me, I don't like tinsel
Do you want to know what I truly love?
Get lost, you jerk!
Let me live a quiet life, let me stay simple
Drop it, no need to become famous to stay humble
Lacking love, I chased after recognition
Then me, the little jewel, I flirted with indecence
I write this song as if I were still down there
Nedd to spill out my guts
Need to tell you my fights
I am healed, thank God19 I can see again
I perished but I prayed therefore I found back my ability to write
Me, who spent the year 2008 without writing a single text,
I found back my team and the love of kilometers
I went down, you can see that,
so everything is clear
Why I withdrew, why I went to Africa
Yes, I understood I had a heart, but not only to die
That there I had brothers and sisters, kids to feed
That all this glory is useful if it can be put to use20
to get out of the black hole a lot of kids who dream of growing up
My greatest pride is not to be a legal French citizen
But to be the foundation of a project whose president I am
This starts now
Now it's working
I put up a front21 from Senegal to Cameroon
In 2009 I took a trip to Algeria, Mali, Morocco
Ivory coast, Gabon, Tunisia
I sure hope with time we will help men
take care of childrends from Madagascar to Comores
This has started for the rest of my life, if God allows,
She was plain, this girls, she was sad and withdrawn
You will know more if you look for news on the Internet
before the Big Up foundation and the Big Up project
If this was my last song, I would like people to know
that my audience is helping freely as it buys it from the stores
Me, with the money of the people I want to become a saciour
So if you must set an example, I am the first to donate
If this was my last concert
I would like the stage to allow me to carry a personal message
Yeah, I would like my audience to know I love them
Lost in my problems as I am afraid to loose you
And if this was my last song
I vould like people to remember me as a little girl who dreamed to be a queen next to the king
If this was my last angry outburst, I would accuse France
who will pay for her repression as she will lose her children
If this was my last rhyme, I would sing rap like noone else
For today I prefer to live and give courage to men
If this was my last party I would meet with my friends
would cook a miserable mess of a cake so that they make fun of me all night long
If this was my last "I love you" I would say SOS to you
Will you find the bottle I threw into the Seine?
If this was my last hug, it would be for my mother
And I would tell her that I was good, it was just as well without a father.
If this was my last glance it would aim for the moon
It that has lit up my writings and my readings
And if Death came and said "You have but 20 minutes left"
Well, I would have wished22 for peace
and sung rap for 10 minutes...

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