He looks at his decor sinking into the night It's cold, it's late, but he doesn't go home At the bottom of his gaze, he is not 12 years old So to do his homework, he thinks of making money His life is aggressive, so he makes it good for him He fought many times, he doesn't know how many He grew up too fast, far from the stories of Alodrose He saw his neighbor get planted for a dose They removed the innocence in his own software And above his building, there is not often a rainbow At the age when others play, he defends himself In the midst of disorder, he no longer has time to be a child The world is dark when we see only one part He doesn't know how much he suffers On the way, he crossed ships That fell way too low in the trunk And he doesn't count the hours alone He was told, just shut up and eat In the city, nothing freezes his blood For him, there is neither after nor before He didn't know the state of being a child And he doesn't count the hours alone Shut up and eat He looks at his decor sinking into fear There are screams outside, he knows it by heart At 20 minutes from home, the beautiful neighborhoods light up He only knew misery and its reflections in the concrete His hope was used in a staircase cage His angelic part faded at the 14th level Dragged along with the grown-ups, he loses his age He is almost born violent, he is not a character His father is too absent, his mother is outdated He spends his time being gay in front of the building Before learning to smile, he learned to bite He is, among so many others, a child of disorder Violence is a resentment That we let grow A prisoner's anger That doesn't want to leave Children of disorder Don't know how to defend themselves Society judges them Before hearing them Shut up and eat He looks at his future sinking into the abyss No plans in sight and the questions that pile up He looks at the lives of others to forget his tragedies His life doesn't look like Instagram stories He is not unhappy because he is not looking for happiness Who is to blame if he doesn't have the same chances as elsewhere? The fault is his city, the fault is bad luck The fault is the lack of money, the fault is France The fault is the lack of illusion, the fault is the rampant fatalism The fault is the French state that has been closing its eyes for 30 years The fault is the lack of horizon, the fault is grey all around The fault is the lack of consideration, the fault is the lack of love The fault is the lack of love Violence is a resentment That we let grow A prisoner's anger That doesn't want to leave Children of disorder Don't know how to defend themselves Society judges them Before hearing them Shut up and eat