dirty poems as the only prayers If I let them believe that rap is dead, it's because my rhyme is murderous At the beginning I had the taste to shine, a desire to open the doors They will end up forgetting me, but I won't forget them Unknown, as at 16 I can't describe the fire I had Rubs off on the present qaund memories never die Sing for laughs and watch the seasons go by Plant weed and find reasons to get into houses My rap still in her placenta, soon it will come A few school shows plus a few words in my agenda A walkman, a love that rises for sad melodies A teenager who seeks to understand the world in which he is caught A piano; Do, Ré, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Si and so on When I write I cry blood like 1-8-7 I'm hooked, it relieves me, my pen is a syringe Marked like every page, my rage shared on a stage Chorus So we dark stars, dark stars Fuck them all, dark star, I'm with my Dark stars, dark stars Dirty sound, dark stars Underdog, underrated undisputed, undefeated educated, misbehaving alone