Yelle - Que Veux Tu (Madeon Remix)

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[Intro]
(They still watchin’...)
Another name.
Another badge that forgets.
We pray quiet—but move loud.
Yeah.

[Chorus]
No one holy in the South Bronx
(Can’t save me)
Cross on my neck, still I walk armed
(Still armed, still calm)
Talk to God but I text my route
(Just in case…)
Say my name, don’t let it wash out

Sirens hum like a Sunday psalm
Hands up high, heart full of calm
If they kneel me, light a flame
(Oh-oh...)
Carve my truth in city rain

[Verse 1]
Metal on waist, metal on soul (clink)
Badge flash quick, but I don’t fold (nah)
Stop me once, now I know they script
Same ol’ speech—"license, zip?"
Talkin' 'bout "fit the profile" (what?)
Fit nothin’ but this pain I file
Mama say don’t act cold
(But how you stay warm when the street this bold?)

Check—
They wanna claim I slipped
I walk tightrope wit' a chipped lip
Lil bro cuffed by the corner store
We pray in code—can’t do no more
Say “comply,” I say “define”
Peace don’t live on they timeline
(Back then, chalked my cousin name)
They said trip—I said flame

[Chorus]
No one holy in the South Bronx
(Still walk, still strong)
Cross on my neck, still I walk armed
(Still pray, still gone)
Talk to God but I text my route
(Just in case…)
Say my name, don’t let it wash out

Sirens hum like a Sunday psalm
Hands up high, heart full of calm
If they kneel me, light a flame
(Burn slow...)
Carve my truth in city rain

[Verse 2]
Gramma said, "white in court" (white tee)
Not for guilt—just to look clean
Say "sir" when they face turn cold
Say nothin’ when the clip unfold
(yeah...)

I walk like I’m watched from God
But the badge stare harder than odds
Bodycam off, mic on mute
(Streets talk truth, they don’t compute)

Used to draw saints in chalk (chalk)
Now we just trace the line they cross
You don’t post pain—you carry it
I don’t run—I marry it
(Hold still, breath low...)
One more scan, one more show
Another night I make it home
Another name I won’t outgrow

[Bridge]
We ain’t angels, but we rise
Holdin’ halos in our eyes
Speak in echoes, walk in code
Wearin’ grief like Sunday clothes
(Preach…)

[Chorus]
No one holy in the South Bronx
(Can’t save me)
Cross on my neck, still I walk armed
(Still armed, still calm)
Talk to God but I text my route
(Just in case…)
Say my name, don’t let it wash out

Sirens hum like a Sunday psalm
Hands up high, heart full of calm
If they kneel me, light a flame
(Oh-oh...)
Carve my truth in city rain

[Outro]
Say my name
(One more time...)
Say my name
(City rain...)



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