Chords for Taktika - Les yeux grands fermés [Clip Officiel]

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You got something for me?
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_ _ _ Hey, Le Pic. _ _
How's your life?
[F] _ _ Huh?
The cops are sending us a lot of them.
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Don't worry, [F] we'll find you later.
[Bb] This bitch can become good.
[Bb] I'm telling you.
You're coming?
Yeah, I think so. _ _
_ I don't remember how many there are left.
I don't know, count them.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] There's nothing here predestined to have what I saw.
Québec, my city, I take this [E] devil in my fruits.
I saw a lot more in him than Nami today.
I keep his squelches for the [C] crisis.
He flashbacks, the bill in the bag.
48 hours of sluggishness, close to [E] heart arrest.
The kilos are [Em] hitting, the junkies flip.
When it's no longer effective, the rest are in [C] crisis.
Their eyes are like zombies.
The pale face like a corpse out of [E] the closet.
If you want nothing real, [Em] it happens at home
Even the kids who are oppressed to consume pills, it's [C] crazy
The afters are crazy, they say their role is for gold
I saw some kids make my salary less than a dollar
[Em] It makes easy money dream
To become the next man, the kids are doing the [C] same
Who is going to make money, he has to check his bank account
After that, he becomes rich, now who wants to act?
[Em] In our streets, discomfort is palpable
Always your own, no idea what the kids are [C] capable of
In this crazy world, there are more than you can imagine
To pay the bill, ready to [Em] steal big markets
I earn money, I have to rob a hundred of land
I have debts, I have to accumulate more than 100 [C],000 tests
What?
You think it's rare?
There is no truth, what we want is to let [E] grow
We spread [Em] the spores to fertilize
It's just that here people live in closed cells
[C] In my life, I saw trains being thrown under my eyes
I saw [Em] families shaking, distress, suffering
Violence in the streets, too many people trying
It's just what you think in the [C] streets
Do we suffer?
Do we hurt?
When it doesn't affect us, we [Em] say it's not serious
But for when it's just around
We'll have to open our eyes [C] one day
I have a dog that would make me see what I saw
Quebec, my city, I crossed the devil in [E] these streets
I turned my back on all my friends
And today I [Bm] realize that I am marked for [C] life
It's true, I saw slaps, I'm talking about serious cases
Men become barges of sound [Em] class when they look at you
The gun loaded, the back of a cop, he protects their stock
The kids are far away, the [C] cops, the money is blank
Bankers in the space are cremated, good job my loved ones
Full of [E] courage on the ground, the kids are far away to sleep in peace
Trump [Bm] opposes, France is shit in your [C] city
It's true that in Paris and New York the streets are calm
But in the pockets of the young people of [Em] this neighborhood it's the same crime
The same poison that our brothers hide behind the croissants
Let's have fun with the [C] fish
Sport is fun with the only noise of blackmail
Education is out, the streets are just [E] cash
And I [Em] sing to you the kids when we see the rats
They run their man until his [C] head hurts
The city's evil, it looks like it's in our genes
Prisoners, we want [Em] to free ourselves from our chains
I saw the jeans, you have to agree to the blow
Left alone in the tunnel, without light at the [C] end
Men it's too much, it's big
And you know what it is, it's paradise, men it's fake
[E] Suffering is [Em] everywhere, let yourself be buried
It's just that here people live with their eyes [C] closed
In my city I saw the dramas that I wanted to leave my eyes
I saw the [Em] families running away
Depression, suffering, violence in the streets
People carrying their weapons in their [C] asses
We don't do bad
And when it doesn't affect us, we [Em] tell ourselves it's not rare
But when it hurts a lot
We will have to open our eyes
[C] In my city I saw the dramas that I wanted to leave my eyes
I saw the families running [Em] away
Depression, suffering, violence in the streets
People carrying their weapons in their [C] asses
We don't do bad
_ And when it doesn't affect us, [Em] we tell ourselves it's not rare
But when it hurts a lot
We will have to open our eyes
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