Paroles et traduction PIC - Esklav Libete

Esklav Libete

It's the PIC
(Freedom)
Yon jen ti eleman kap kase chenn ak vwal

Esklavaj son rati poum te efase men aki gom
Kwaze Christopher Laroche m'still pa konn sak freedom
M'son malad rap ki pap geri menm sil bwe te
M'kondane poum fe mizik ki se senbol libete
Pou sa moum pat okipem nan ki vin yon okipasyon
Sa'm te konn fe pou jwet ki vin preokipasyon
Devan'm pat ko ak yon plim m'te gentan acro ak yon plim
M'konsidere vi'm son misyon selman m'patko akonpli
Se la m'ka librere'm ak 23 anchenman
Pou'm ouve libete m'te klete pye'm nan chenn nan
Se lirik yok plen kod avek yo yo di'm m'te dwe pann
Malgre lavi'm pou'm te defann
Se de muzik mwen te de pann

Libete ooooooo
Kilè sa va chanje ooooh
Libete ooooooo
Kile sa va chanje wooo
Pou sa ka chanje ou konnen fow tounen lakay ou
Pou nou delivre ou konnen fow tounen lakay ou
Pou nou libere ou konnen fow tounen lakay ou
Poun montre yo chenn yo ap kase

Esklavaj son koral m'pat konn si vwam te ka lead
Si mistikman mte ka toujou esklav malgre m'te ka lib
M'son malad rap ki pap geri men'm sil bwe te
M'kondane pou'm fe mizik ki se senbol libete
Yon esklav libete ki jwenn libete d'esklavaj
M'fèl ak ko ak nanm ak pasyans men se ak raj
M'te fè sakrifis se swe ak san m'te ka bay
Men koman travay fe libete sim kondane pou'm travay

M'esklav plim m'esklav mo kase fon lib se son
Depi gen beat se poum flow msoufri syndrome de stockholm
Msonw esklav ki renmen chenn li yo koz yo tout fet an or
Menm le'm te ka kase tout lem te fe chwa monte nan nord
M'esclav yon music ki pa esklav sak fe mizik mwen neglije
Libete poum pran dlo olye de bato boujwazi negriye
Pandan nap nwaye se pa 2 opotunite
Neg griye olye neg kriye libete selman neg ri e
Tonbe fe bagay ak grame menm lem esklav reg
Pran libete poum eksprime imajinasyon se koteks
Naje andanl ak gwo beat ak gwo teks
Menm lel san menopoze l sanble on gran me
Finansyelman l meg

Sim eseye sonje sak fem sak fem panse chante
Mte viv nan on peyi maltrete abuze
E abandone anbago nou bloke
Tank nan laria ap pase mw we ke'n esklav toujou
Malgre se nou kte kreye libete
Juj la genle kache on kote
Ke jistis poko ka rive
Trakte pat janm pe wout kraze
Menm mpap rate depim vize
Lem te piti neg tankoum pat nan pisannit
Fe pistenbal met nan bokit
Sot pilbowo reive kabrik
Wa tande on system ki te fet poul kite peyim an panik
Paske an verite riches peyi anm pat vreman gen limit
Paske mpat janm nan ipokrit
Moun deside kem te mistik
Lyrics mwen pi fo ke maji
Paskem reflechi ak on lot logic
Si lopital pa gen kouran yo pap ka sove on lot pitit
Le blackout gen plis moustik li fem paka domi nan nwit
Alors n'esklav on reyalite trajik
E siw te vle yon statistik nimero 3 sou lis trafik

Slave of Freedom

It's the PIC
(Freedom)
A young element breaking chains and veils

Slavery, its poison I should have erased but it's still glued to me
Crossing Christopher Laroche, I still don't know what freedom is
I'm a sick rap patient who won't heal even if he drinks tea
I'm condemned to make music that's a symbol of liberty
That's why I engaged in what became an occupation
What I used to do for fun became a preoccupation
Before I had calluses, with a pen I was already acrobatic with a pen
I consider my life its mission but I don't know how to accomplish it
That's where I can free myself with 2 or 3 arrangements
To open freedom, I had to lock my feet in chains
It's lyrics full of codes with which they told me I should hang
Despite my life that I should have defended
It's from music that I should have hung

Freedom ooooooo
When will it change ooooh
Freedom ooooooo
When will it change wooo
For it to change you know you must return home
To free ourselves you know you must return home
To liberate ourselves you know you must return home
To show them the chains are breaking

Slavery is its chorus, I don't know if I could lead
If mystically I could still be a slave even though I'm free
I'm a sick rap patient who won't heal even if he drinks tea
I'm condemned to make music that's a symbol of liberty
A slave of freedom who finds freedom from slavery
I do it with body and soul and patience but it's with rage
I made sacrifices, it's sweat and blood I would give
But how can work set you free if I'm condemned to work

I'm a slave to the pen, a slave to words, breaking free is the sound
As long as there's a beat, I have to flow, I suffer from Stockholm syndrome
I'm like a slave who loves his chains because they're all made of gold
Even when I could have broken them all, I chose to go north
I'm a slave to a music that doesn't enslave those who make music, I'm neglected
Freedom for me is to take water instead of the bourgeois slave ship
While we're drowning, it's not 2 opportunities
Black grilled instead of black crying freedom, only black laughs and
Fall down doing things with grams even if I'm a slave to the rules
Take freedom to express my imagination, it's the cortex
Swim in it with big beats and big texts
Even if it's without menopause, it looks like a great sea
Financially it's mega

If I try to remember what I do, what I think, sing
I lived in a mistreated and abused country
And abandoned, stuck in the mud
The tank in the area reminds me that we're still slaves
Even though we created freedom
The judge has people hidden somewhere
That justice can't reach yet
The path was never paved, broken
But I don't miss depicting, aiming
When I was a little kid, it was like I was in poverty
Make marbles, put them in a bucket
Jump over piles of dirt, climb goats
The king heard a system that made the chickens leave the country in panic
Because in truth, the country's riches really had no limits
Because I was never a hypocrite
People decided I was mystical
My lyrics are more fake than magic
Because I think with another logic
If the hospital has no power, they won't be able to save another child
When there's a blackout, there are more mosquitoes, it makes me unable to sleep at night
So we're slaves to a tragic reality
And if you want a statistic, we're number 3 on the trafficking list