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J’avance
J’avance
Je continue d’avancer
Je serre les poings et j’avance
J’ai même pas le temps de m’arrêter
Malgré le vent, malgré la mort
Malgré le premier du mois encore
Malgré l’automne, malgré l’hiver
Malgré qu’il fait frette en calvaire
Malgré l’usure, malgré les blessures
Malgré l’absence d’espoirs futurs
Malgré les murs, malgré la rage
Malgré l’impression d’être en cage
Malgré la job, malgré le sang
Malgré que le boss vole tout mon temps
Malgré le béton, malgré que c’est long
Malgré que j’sois rien d’autre qu’un pion
Malgré que j’sois pas à mon meilleur
Malgré les flics, malgré la douleur
Malgré qu’ça frotte, malgré que ça pique
Malgré que les nuits soient toujours noires
Malgré le gris, malgré le beige
Malgré la pluie, malgré la neige
Malgré que chaque jour, c’est le même manège
Malgré que des fois, j’crisserais tout-là
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Oh, I used to take my coffee black and bitter,
And always get the diet or the seltzer,
But I read something today, that finally made me say,
“Oh what a load of bullshit I’ve been dealt, sir!”
So, don’t cross sugar off your list, because there’s something that we’ve missed
From all those sugar canes and sugar beets
When foundations are still wet, dump in two pounds and you’re all set
And that’s when things start getting pretty sweet.
If you got condos coming up on your corners, if you got startups setting up down the street
And you can’t make the rent on the pittance that you get pa-hay-haid
If your city’s made a deal gone sour don’t assume that you’re just beat,
Because you’ve still got a way to turn the lemons to lemonade.
And two pounds is all you need, (all you need)
To bring ‘em to their knees, (to their knees)
Get a five pound sack you can take the rest back, and my friend, you’ve still got three! (aaah)
Oh, sugar pure and sugar sweet, (so sweet)
It’s in all your tasty treats, (tasty treats)
And two little pounds’ll take down a whole ton of concrete.
Oh, it’s made right here in Brooklyn, in a factory by the bridge,
And coffee shops and diners they just give it out for free.
We got ideal distribution from Greenpoint down to Bay Ridge,
We got trains and tunnels, we got spoons and funnels, let’s give ‘em all a cavity!
And I dream of sweet perfection, pristine candy land,
(No more cash buyers, and no more street flyers)
Making gooey confection out of everything I can’t stand,
(no more pied-a-terres, we’ll teach you all just how to share)
I think of all those happy bees, just a swarmin on the breeze,
(you can take your tax cuts, and shove them up your butts)
Like fizzy soda pop with a cherry on top and no real estate agent fees!
(‘cause bottles gonna pop, when we all stop, those real estate agent fees)
Just be discreeeeeeeeet….
And two little pounds’ll take down a whole ton of concrete
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Yesterday I walked out past the barber and the firehouse,
The day was young and yawning, like a rumbling deep beneath the block.
I heard my footsteps echo and I saw my breath in store front glass,
But every face I saw was solid rock.
I wave to neighbors on the street
and they shuffle right past, I...
Shiver in winter and I sweat in summer heat
I feel the ground beneath my feet.
(The) sun was high and vulgar when I came upon the hardware store,
The signs were terse and angry, but I choked back on my fear and pride,
I got some odds and ends I needed, copied my apartment keys,
Someday I might just let someone inside.
And when the day grows sharp and angry,
I scream to see if I can make someone react.
I don’t know why I still feel so compelled to try,
I guess I kinda wanna feel like I still got a part to play, like I got my say, like I’ve got.
Yesterday I walked home past the drug store and the laundromat
The light was growing softer, like a soldier just before the end
I held the door a beat or two and nodded like I used to do
Sometimes it even helps to just pretend.
I wave to neighbors on the street
and they shuffle right past, I...
Shiver in winter and I sweat in summer heat
I feel the ground beneath my feet.
The crackling frost or hot concrete
I feel the ground beneath my feet.
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