Lyrics

(1st verse): I can't see ***! Yo, well The rain raged on A thousand storm in one I'm driving on the high beam And despite the windshield wiper I couldn't see anything But wait a second I am dreaming or someone was waving ? From the roadside Like, stop right there I don't know what got to me Lightning or the rain overflow I told myself, leave these fuckers But at the first freeway exit I did a U-turn Like Madonna's ex boyfriend 2-3 km and a second U-turn 2-3 km and I arrived near them There wеre two guys, in fact two black guys I said "get in the car'" out loud I tiltеd on side To unlock the car door One took the death seat The other the backseat Soaked as if they went overboard They both seemed exhausted And I could not explain it But in their eyes, I read fear Theirs clothes were off season No jacket no pullover It was unusual for black people When it poured and was freezing One of them seemed injured, a fracture I don't know I swear He was pressing his arm on his plexus These guys have troubles I told myself, don't ask too much question But still, help them I asked "Where can I drop you off" I, myself live in Boulogne Without waiting for them to respond I said "Welcome to babylon" (chorus): My brother, welcome to babylon Stay proud, strong and brave It's a long story That will start again in the future After me, others will live in exile We've come a long way We've come a long way (2nd verse): My friend, welcome to Babylon No one responded 15 milestones, Paris Was wrote on a sign We were around Bondy And the rain was still falling I asked again "where you going?" One of them handed me a paper The other seemed focus, silent The music on my radio was loud But I could hear him thinking Radio to the max, the brother was trying to speak to me Was still too much in the shock to understand Not even enough energy to hear Head lowered, raindrop were mixing with sweatdrop Drop sweat, with tears of rage, of fear In the rear-view mirror, I'm seeing my buddy Shivering Analysing his injuries Like myself bleeding from the run away I cut my calf open I left a bit of flesh on a Barbed wire You want to know my story? Me, Yacouba Sizé Head of the Yambre district High commander, respectable, respected You know in my country, politics Became a Butcher's job We ain't talking about democracy (tchip) No one get it Democratorship, dictacracy One day as the election were getting closer Party representatives came to me Offering to buy my soul To corrupt the village, illiterate In my country we vote for the one That give the most false promises Just like here, anyway! A car, 100 pounds of rice And you fulfill our party's need Me, I tell them no That me and corruption Are not getting along Fight like kitties and puppies They said Who do you think you are, Jesus? We found your grandfather with two tooths What are you saying? You're a chatterbox Sentences after sentences, the conversation became heated People are pulling us apart Senia Monrophani from Bakary Is talking, smiling to them This dude is a real snitch (chorus): My friend, welcome to Babylon Stay proud, strong and brave How many survivors are you seeing? It's a long story That will start tomorrow After me, others people will dream The exil, the exil We've come a long way We've come a long way (3rd verse): This dude is a real snitch Jealous of my rank To see me dead He would be ready to spill blood They put me on wanted Dead or alive Called me a traitor, a crook, a gangster I heard gunshots Insults, "You fucking traitor!","We want your head!" Directly, I said to my wife to head to the east Even I, searched for my head Walked barefoot Around thirty 20 miles I ain't even talked about All the difficulties to cross the border Huh… (outro): My friend, welcome to Babylon Stay proud, strong and brave It's a long story That will start again in the future After me, others will dream of The exil We've come a long way