I prepare my vengeance like Jeff Brown Hands in the pockets, I walk, flame in the irises Helmet screwed on my head, God what a feeling I haven't done a thing on the sidewalk, I wander in the city I whine in front of the shutters, bang bang The boulevard is my stage, my Apollo Jeans, small sneakers, beautiful cap, Polo We go crazy and we say, we don't live like we live Here we are at home too and not like we live And we love this country, even if not everything is going well Our appeal is in the sectors where no one comes If the pressure is strong and the passion takes it The respect that we are promised remains, the dead letter Each of our steps is trampled and disputed In the media, they salivate, guys, to insult us It's not surprising that a lot of people are scared here We don't say Boss D, the clippers have the P Quickly, a slap on the fingers, the following week It's still the same, blah blah blah I believe that the power of the mind is immense And that the clock shows the time of revenge I think like James, James James, I think like James, James Hold on tight, I think like James, James James, I think like James, James I could have made it easy, receive the camera And sell it with my soul At the bottom of the street, a cash desk, rutilant and dirty money You have to believe that it was not the hope This merchant in the sand, the cursed wheel Since childhood, he is the only one to repeat the miracle of success In this cursed turf, everyone wants to imitate him But I run too far to imagine myself locked up Even if around it is common, I know where the force is What a bad pleasure not to be in the norm And what the kids think, sometimes it horrifies me They think that having drama in the pif, pleases pretty girls Lack of courage, excess of self-confidence To push the limit to excite the encouragement Meanwhile, all the sheep that scream at the worst exult The exporters, so disgusting, tapping to shoot themselves The newspapers against the dead, the face against the marble Paradise is far away if we ever count the steps Laugh for at least an hour when we get up our fists Call me, public enemy number one I think like James, James I think like James, James I think like James, James I think like James, James I prepare my vengeance like Jeff Brown I prepare my vengeance like Jeff Brown I prepare my vengeance like Jeff Brown I prepare my vengeance like Jeff Brown Came back