I'm here Laëticia Black I whrite my text Sometimes I choose the next Have you a reflexs This is complex I am Fresh And you stress You're opress Maybe you feel less When you put me on the desk And you see in my face That I'm in space And I press You're a holiness I see your homless I am your princess I'm in this place I see your head You wait me in the bed You're afraid Wait It's wanted You would trade me. But I'm threat It's not a fake I want a break And you track me. I see your back I see the lac And I take Every person who's sick Maybe I'm freak You tell a fiddlestricks I don't beg you to help me. You're my foe It's a new! So you move! My inspiration Come from my education And to my addiction. I don't have admission. Rap is my passion. I have affection To my nation. I have ammunition. Isn't a caption Or an assumption. I've an attraction For things fashion. Life is a competition. I want a consideration. Oh ma passion. I want to be a star With a big car I want won this war Isn't really far? But they are A little sound jar. Is There a par Or just a part of par To win this war? Or just the mother fucking tarts? All bitches against me me I don't have a mask I speak in my name I am fame But of what? I'm don't lame It's a fact I'm exclaim I want a react Oh ma passion In my imagination It's a big emotion To do an application To do an association In my situation. It must the good combinaison To have a good composition Not need to conversion I don't want to be reflection Of your fucking reactions. The rejection It's against recognition. Oh ma passion. écrit par Laëticia Black