Am I supposed to be beautiful ?
Am I supposed to mean something ?
Am I supposed to be understood ?
Or just to be entertaining ?

Am I supposed to calm you down ?
Am I supposed to wake you up ?
Am I supposed to make you dance ?
Am I supposed to turn you on ?


From dances to lullabies
From prayers, marches to battle-cries :
I don't know if I am supposed to be sung
Or to be howled


I changed the world so many times
I set you free with a few rhymes
I healed your solitude and pain
I made you smile and strong again

I am as old as humanity
And I belong to everybody
I belong to laughs, sweat or tears
And I am stronger than frontiers

So if I come from your throat
So if I come from your guts
So if I come from your heart
So if I come from your cuts

Then why do you sell me
As a pimp sells his whore ?
I can't handle being empty
And bland anymore


From dances to lullabies
From prayers, marches to battle-cries :
I don't know what I'm supposed to be...

From dances to lullabies
From prayers, marches to battle-cries :
I don't know if I am supposed to be sung
Or to be howled