[Intro]
I was walking in the hood, looking at the sky
I bump into a lil brother I knew pretty well back in the days
-What's up? N***a, 'been a while. How's the rap game? Ya' need to smash it
He finishes his joint, takes a toke
-What's new? You work or you DIY?
-We got the stuff, the tools, It turns like a shop
He take a whisky bottle out, hit the booze, you can see it's tingling
He puts it away in the Gucci purse, he takes out again some hash

[Verse 1]
-Anyway, how's the family and your parents?
-I cannot look them in the eyes no more
I need to do somethin', to leave this awful hood
But every day, thе junkies in single file, waiting for us to dеal them a dose
Easy money, the cash flows faucet'ish
Last time, the cops arrested the kids in kick scooter
Gotta fight for the turf, there's weapons, the opinels
Gotta brandish them, menacing people with who you grew up
There's no job, only internship to become aprentice
We ended up in the trash pathway, that's why we crumble the pellets
And defy the pigs that want to take us into custody
To hit us in the torso, to not speak to the cops nah
Anyway, we know you're good rapper, don't make a liar out of me
Give your lil brother the Salam, I have stuff to do, I leave ya'
[Bridge]
-Hey don't worry, I'll pass him the salam, azy', stay fresh young n***a
Pernety, Plaisance, keep the lighter, empty the gas

[Verse 2]
Most don't have a dream and they find studies tiresome
I saw ex-champions ending bottom of the ranking
Fuck alcohol, the kiddos are fucked up
There's only jobs from July to October
They need olives like Tom
They become menaces like O-Dog
The kids that run away, smoke, get away wit pur stickys
I don't say anything anymore when I see some kiddos smoking
They don't get that the system just want to screw them over
They know the judge better than theirs mother
They don't want a weak life
1200 per month or 300 the pack, the math isn't tough to figure out

[Chorus]
The youngsters think they're in Compton, they have hammers like Thor
To win, they need olives like Tom
Total for motto, they are menaces like O-Dog
The older sleep upstairs
The youngsters think they're in Compton, they have hammers like Thor
To win, they need olives like Tom
Total for motto, they are menaces like O-Dog
The older sleep upstairs
Total for motto
The youngsters think they're in Compton
[Outro]
The thing is, we're taking the place of the youngsters and it's dramatic. Duh, shit! Please send the old into retirement, give some work to the youth, they have no job. For fuck sake, I don't get how the system works, I don't get it.... Nah nah nah nah. We cannot live like that anymore, I don't know me, give money to the poor, turn the money machinery on, the.. the money machine, turn it on. Give money to people so they start consuming and have fun and everyone can start earning a living. You know?