Nique les clones, Pt. II

[Chorus] All I see are clones, it started at school Who do you give your shoulder to to pull you through? Here, everyone plays a role, dreaming ‘bout millions of euros And I pushed through like a rose among nettles All I see are clones, it started at school Who do you give your shoulder to to pull you through? Here, everyone plays a role, dreaming ‘bout millions of euros Yeah, fuck the clones [Verse 1] I promised you one day you would remember our faces I’m not gonna shut up Depressed from elementary to high school, I felt like a prisoner Because teachers always wanted to grade me But I still liked learning, I was different from everyone who told me “Either you fight or you suffer” I dreamed of adventures, I tagged storefronts I rebelled against everything that was forbidden I didn’t care ‘bout all their phony TV shows I wanted to see the world before being called back before God I read in my hiding place so no one would make fun of me While boys my age talked about cars One of the boys from back in the day used to sell Armani Code One sunny day he brought a gun to school I was shocked to see him with a Glock I don’t give a fuck about your fucking area codes I told him I was scared, but I had a heart I’m always there for my fucking boys Now for him, the sound of gunshots is ingrained in his brain The people who hung ‘round the block pulled him down [Pre-Chorus] Never give in to peer pressure When you do the wrong thing, you feel it deep down Never give in to peer pressure When you do the wrong thing, you feel it deep down [Chorus] All I see are clones, it started at school Who do you give your shoulder to to pull you through? Here, everyone plays a role, dreaming ‘bout millions of euros And I pushed through like a rose among nettles All I see are clones, it started at school Who do you give your shoulder to to pull you through? Here, everyone plays a role, dreaming ‘bout millions of euros And I pushed through like a rose among nettles [Verse 2] I’m a drifter, don’t tell me we’re supposed to stagnate Get out! I don’t feel like a homebody I’m unstable, don’t tell me to settle down When you’re different, they wanna fight you It sucks when you have a dream your parents don’t want Dragging me down, don’t worry, I’m gonna fight I don’t like when I’m walking and I see This kid getting hounded for his weight problems But who do we think we are? Sad puppets I write my thoughts hoping Jesus can hear me While it’s the ice age in our hearts Aymé? He’s more than a character from H We are not barcodes You’re popular on social media, then your ratings disappear Nah, we are not barcodes You’re popular on social media, then your ratings disappear People’s eyes will lead you to the mirage in the mirror But my vision of rap is like nothing else, I’ll stay angry As long as the poor have to sleep out on the subway While the rats keep warm on the tracks [Pre-Chorus] We’re making carbon copies Who only care about themselves [Chorus] All I see are clones, it started at school Who do you give your shoulder to to pull you through? Here, everyone plays a role, dreaming ‘bout millions of euros And I pushed through like a rose among nettles All I see are clones, it started at school Who do you give your shoulder to to pull you through? Here, everyone plays a role, dreaming ‘bout millions of euros And I pushed through like a rose among nettles [Bridge] I teach my struggle by talking about it I multiply my senses like a handicapped person How do you find your path when no one shows you the way? I feel like Andy Kaufman in Man on the Moon I teach my struggle by talking about it I multiply my senses like a handicapped person How do you find your path when no one shows you the way? I feel like Andy Kaufman in Man on the Moon [Outro] Fuck the clones Fuck the clones Fuck the clones Fuck the fakes [Sample: Abbé Pierre] "Those who put all the food on their plate, leaving others' plates empty and who, having everything, say with a smug face, with a clear conscience, 'Us? Us who have everything? We are all for peace!' Do you know what I have to shout at them? The first violent ones, the instigators of all violence, are you! And at night in your beautiful mansions, when you go to kiss your children with your clear conscience, in the eyes of God, you probably have more blood on your oblivious hands than you will ever have from the desperate who have taken up arms to try to find a way out of their despair."