Paroles et traduction Naps - Marco

Marco

Okay, Marco a 16 piges, déjà il commence mal
Normal, il sort, il rentre à n′importe quelle heure
Sa mère, il lui parle mal, elle a qu'un salaire par mois
Sale môme, tu fais, tu fais zehma
Tu gères mal, tu paies pour ta kheba
Tu restes avec le guetteur, puis tu deviens guetteur
Tu fais des eu′, des heures, tu veux la place du charbonneur
Akha, y a la BAC, les gyrophares, les bruits d'moteurs, les portes qui claquent
Y a les condés, gros doigt d'honneur
Direction la planque, passe par l′impasse, planque les plaques
Les papiers, monte à l′appart'
J′suis pas télépathe, mais j'sens que toi et tes potes, vous allez rendre des comptes
Et bientôt manger des pâtes
Comparution immédiate, Marco a pris six ans fermes
Il a plaidé non coupable
La vérité, a rien ça sert, c′est amer et c'est la merde
Le soir même on l′incarcère, il arrive aux arrivants
Une main derrière, une main devant

C'est l'hiver, Marco a froid, Marco a faim
Marqué à vif, Marco affronte
Il touche le fond, il pousse la fonte
Il a l′impression d′perdre la foi
Et en ce qui concerne le parloir, à part sa mère
Y a plus personne qui vient le voir
(Surveillants, oh surveillants mon parloir)

Tu fais l'voyou parce que t′es broliqué
Ils t'ont fait manger, t′ont fait profiter
Y a plus d'confiance tu les as trop niqués
Préoccupé, tu sens qu′ils vont t'buter
T'as fait du fric, t′as pris du ferme, t′as pris dix piges
Est-ce que tu piges, t'es en cellule en train de cogiter?
En train d′cogiter, en train d'cogiter

Marco a 22 piges, il s′en est passé du temps depuis
Retrouvé tous ses potes et s'rendre compte qu′ils ne s'entendent plus
Le hebs, ça fait gagner en crédibilité, les grands veulent l'faire monter
Croyant pouvoir gérer avec habilité
Petit à petit Marco grimpe, braquage et puis narcotique
En apparence tout a l′air bien, mais tous les soirs Marco tise
En soum-soum il cotise
Visage plus sombre qu′un gothique
Nicotine, il cogite, voit des copines coquines
Le sucent pour un peu d'coco, l′arrosent au Whisky-Coca
Les schmitts le prennent en photos, il a pris le gun en otage
Personne ne voit qu'Marco est dingue parce que Marco est frais
Tout l′monde te dit qu'Marco il craint, parce que Marco est frais
Quand il s′prépare quelque chose, dis-toi bien qu'Marco le sait
Quand il attrape un traitre, dis-toi bien qu'Marco le saigne
Il devient impulsif, nerveux, ses pulsions le poursuivent
Sa mère veut qu′il arrête tout, mais c′est l'moment ou le patron s′affaiblit
Et Marco pète la dalle, eh ouais, comme ça c'est dit, il va lui mettre sa balle

Oh Marco, qu′est-ce tu fais? Qu'est-ce qui t′arrives là?
Comment qu'est-ce j'fais?
Bah, j′sais pas frère, c′est moi qui t'ai fait monter
J′m'en bats les couilles
Comment tu t′en bats les couilles?
J'en ai marre d′manger les miettes, y a rien d'personnel

Tu fais l'voyou parce que t′es broliqué
Ils t′ont fait manger, t'ont fait profiter
Y a plus d′confiance tu les as trop niqués
Préoccupé, tu sens qu'ils vont t′buter
T'as fait du fric, t′as pris du ferme, t'as pris dix piges
Est-ce que tu piges t'es en cellule en train de cogiter?
En train d′cogiter, en train d′cogiter

Marco a 30 piges
Dans la journée il consomme plus de 30 perses, il transpire
Trop speed, transperce trop d'putes, trop d′kilos, 30 kil'
Drogue deal, trop d′stup', trop d′pilon, trop d'flûtes, trop d'dilemmes
Cric-cric, bang, depuis l′époque des Wu-Tang Clan
Marco est fou, déter′, et possède tout le ter-ter
Il s'méfie même de lui-même, se réfugie chez l′imam
Et l'hymen commence à l′contaminer
Il commence à craindre son seigneur
Eh là, c'est bientôt terminé, il ressent qu′bientôt c'est l'heure
C′est toi Marco? Tu t′souviens d'moi petit enculé?

Tu fais l′voyou parce que t'es broliqué
Ils t′ont fait manger, t'ont fait profiter
Y a plus d′confiance tu les as trop niqués
Préoccupé, tu sens qu'ils vont t'buter
T′as fait du fric, t′as pris du ferme, t'as pris dix piges
Est-ce que tu piges t′es en cellule en train de cogiter
En train d'cogiter, en train d′cogiter

Marco

Okay, Marco is 16 years old, and he's already off to a bad start
It's normal, he goes out, he comes back at any time
He talks back to his mother, she only has one salary per month
Bad kid, you act like, you act tough
You manage poorly, you pay for your crap
You stay with the lookout, then you become a lookout
You do euros, hours, you want the spot of the drug dealer
Akha, there's the BAC, the flashing lights, the sounds of engines, the slamming doors
There are the cops, big middle finger
Towards the hideout, go through the dead end, hide the plates
The papers, go up to the apartment
I'm not telepathic, but I feel like you and your buddies are going to be held accountable
And soon eat pasta
Immediate appearance, Marco got six years firm
He pleaded not guilty
The truth, it's no use, it's bitter and it's shit
That same evening, he is imprisoned, he arrives at the arrivals
One hand behind, one hand in front

It's winter, Marco is cold, Marco is hungry
Scarred for life, Marco faces
He hits rock bottom, he pushes the cast iron
He feels like he's losing faith
And as far as the visiting room is concerned, apart from his mother
There's no one left to see him
(Guards, oh guards, my visiting room)

You act like a thug because you're broke
They made you eat, they made you enjoy
There's no more trust, you've screwed them over too much
Preoccupied, you feel they're going to kill you
You made money, you got hard time, you got ten years
Do you understand, you're in a cell thinking?
Thinking, thinking

Marco is 22 years old, it's been a while since then
Found all his friends and realized they don't get along anymore
Prison makes you gain credibility, the big guys want to make him climb
Believing to be able to manage with skill
Little by little Marco climbs, robbery and then narcotics
On the surface everything looks good, but every night Marco drinks
Secretly he contributes
Face darker than a gothic
Nicotine, he thinks, sees naughty girlfriends
They suck him for a little coke, they water him with Whiskey-Coke
The cops take pictures of him, he took the gun hostage
Nobody sees that Marco is crazy because Marco is cool
Everyone tells you that Marco is scary because Marco is cool
When he's up to something, know that Marco knows
When he catches a traitor, know that Marco bleeds him
He becomes impulsive, nervous, his impulses pursue him
His mother wants him to stop everything, but it's the moment when the boss weakens
And Marco is starving, yeah, that's how it is, he's going to put his bullet in him

Oh Marco, what are you doing? What's happening to you there?
What am I doing?
Well, I don't know, brother, it's me who made you go up
I don't give a damn
How can you not give a damn?
I'm tired of eating crumbs, it's nothing personal

You act like a thug because you're broke
They made you eat, they made you enjoy
There's no more trust, you've screwed them over too much
Preoccupied, you feel they're going to kill you
You made money, you got hard time, you got ten years
Do you understand you're in a cell thinking?
Thinking, thinking

Marco is 30 years old
During the day he consumes more than 30 percocets, he sweats
Too speedy, pierces too many whores, too many kilos, 30 kilos
Drug deal, too much dope, too much weed, too many flutes, too many dilemmas
Cric-cric, bang, since the Wu-Tang Clan era
Marco is crazy, determined, and owns the whole territory
He even distrusts himself, takes refuge with the imam
And the hymen begins to contaminate him
He begins to fear his lord
Hey, it's almost over, he feels it's almost time
Is that you Marco? Do you remember me, little asshole?

You act like a thug because you're broke
They made you eat, they made you enjoy
There's no more trust, you've screwed them over too much
Preoccupied, you feel they're going to kill you
You made money, you got hard time, you got ten years
Do you understand you're in a cell thinking?
Thinking, thinking