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Welcome to the neighborhood
All the dirty faces, the dirty faces
In my hood, there are too many bobos
Strollers with big wheels pushed by Malian Women
There aren't no more "Popos"
The poor people, for us the end of the reign
In my hood, there are too many bobos
Some Charles-Henry raised by malian Women
For them, there's no more little scratches, no more struggles
who made them spend a hard week
When I was little, there were all colors
In the same buildings, in the sames classes
Smiles, Noises, odors
No need to fight no more, there's only one class left
The neighborhood has changed its flavor
Everything is eco-friendly but the taste's insipid
Without GMO, without Full Hearts
Mixed feelings in Hypermarket
In my hood, there are too many bobos
Strollers with big wheels pushed by Malian Women
There aren't no more "Popos"
The poor people, for us the end of the reign
In my hood, there are too many bobos
Some Charles-Henry raised by malian Women
For them, there's no more little scratches, no more struggles
who made them spend a hard week
Now there are bakeries look like "tradition"
Some fast food chains for the catering
Ali & Abdellah calle themselves Colignon
No more seasons, no more reasons
to be nostalgic about when I was a child
They sell us "typical", people haven't understood
That when I was young, it was not like that
Some disneyland sponsored by TimeOut
Too much Bobos
Strollers with big wheels pushed by Malian Women
There aren't no more "Popos"
The poor people, for us the end of the reign
In my hood, there are too many bobos
Some Charles-Henry raised by malian Women
For them, there's no more little scratches, no more struggles
who made them spend a hard week
In my hood, there are too many bobos
They sell us green neigborhoods, pedestrian streets
For those who live here
But when the week-end comes, everybody goes to the hamptons
There's nobody, what th
No more young tenants, no more sexagenarians
But single mothers become homeowners
And who benefits from the street ??
No one, no one, no one...
In my hood, there are too many bobos
Strollers with big wheels pushed by Malian Women
There aren't no more "Popos"
The poor people, for us the end of the reign
In my hood, there are too many bobos
Some Charles-Henry raised by malian Women
For them, there's no more little scratches, no more struggles
who made them spend a hard week
Ethan, Noah, Lily Rose
I have nothing against you
But listen to me as a brother
When I was young, it was not like this
The hood misses all these dirty faces
and I miss them too
too many bobos
Strollers with big wheels pushed by Malian Women
For them, there's no more little scratches, no more struggles