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Jérôme Pierrat suit et documente la vie criminelle française depuis 25 ans. Pas tant du côté des policier·es et des juges, mais plutôt de celui des bandits, des malfrats. Eux qui par essence ne se montrent pas et se livrent peu l’ont petit à petit accepté à leurs côtés, le laissant voir et raconter le “milieu” de l’intérieur. Un quart de siècle avec les voyous, qui ont fait de lui l’un des plus grands experts du grand banditisme, et un conteur hors pair, avec son lot d'anecdotes hautes en couleurs. 

Une série d’entretiens menée par Thomas Rozec et réalisée par Mathieu Thévenon. 

CRÉDITS
Programme B est un podcast de Binge Audio présenté par Thomas Rozec. Cet épisode a été produit en juin 2022. Réalisation : Mathieu Thévenon. Production et édition : Lorraine Besse. Générique : François Clos et Thibault Lefranc. Identité sonore Binge Audio : Jean-Benoît Dunckel (musique) et Bonnie El Bokeili (voix). Identité graphique : Sébastien Brothier et Thomas Steffen (Upian). Direction des programmes : Joël Ronez. Direction de la rédaction : David Carzon. Direction générale : Gabrielle Boeri-Charles.

Une vie avec les voyous | 4/7

In my mf mind

Way too much sometimes
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Ngl sometimes the page get my heart way more then the ppl, 

Scrambling letters together till I find perfect mix to make it lethal, 

Betty crocker, fairly odd how apparently I'm cooking this shit underneath the cement, 

Keep the treason away from the fam, cause can't no good come from a leach, 

I sooth my soul knowing my seed could be healing from these beats, 

Sometimes still aint much to say, just keep it brief, 

No need to speak, 

As much i felt, 

Move thru tombs of the zombies crypts, 

Been out on my own, 

I know wats left for us. 

Back then i damn sho aint see how much they expect from us 

Auntie told me dont en worry bout when god got wats best for us, 

Done slept enough, 

Im up till 5 &  

Still aint got no plans to kill the vibe, 

Been crafting more, still needing time, 

Something ian got, the ogs tell me its so much left, somehow i still just feel its not, 

Im on a mission to change the shit, they just talking, i see they not, 

In it fr. 

City so small, its run yo militia, hold rank on the truth, become younger lieutenant fr, 

Cant put it past em, every one aint gone hold the same principle still, 

Peep how the ending still meet wit real, 

Every time, 

Proof i hid in every line, 

Never knew i was under leveled, 

Faced bosses the size of radhan's fleece knit sweater, on a daily setting 

Keep vigor from deepened treble, 

Scarlot rot, ripped from the inside fw a scartlet thot, 

Only thing left from it, the sunlight & some decent weather, 

Around the time i was needing kettles, 

For my curnals to pop in, from the heat i plot, 

They been biting, teething, stop, 

Only destination is amongst the leaches reaching to peep me drop, 

The ball, 

Im up, measured by the times i witnessed my own plummit fall, 

Deep into the passion, keeps my heart from clashing thru the mist at all, 

Hit rell & quan, bros send me tips on how to mix these bosses when im lending all i can, 

Blending out the can opener, im bound to slit my hand, made 

Truth get to leaking from my veins onto this damn page, 

From the times i tried to hide wit a band aid, 

Just more proof this mends the pain of the sage, & the art aint fan made. 

No need to turn, its still the same page. 

No need to ride wit the same rage. 

Ian in the phase.

~Voice Memo 73 (Avian).m4a **Leak** (7/12)

nebula

supernova

punk!

REMEMBER

בלי חשבון עם אלי ציפורי 05-01-24 שעה ראשונה

Vincent The OG

Cristmas  2025

SK Cristmas  2025

We lay there on the riverbank
Where violets bent their heads to rest
Your hand in mine, our fingers locked
Two souls taking one breath

Our eyes were wired together
Gazing without words to say
Connected by invisible threads
We stayed like that all day

This is the ecstasy
Where two become one mind
Not just bodies touching
But something undefined
Our souls went out to meet each other
Hung suspended in between
This is the ecstasy
A half forgotten dream

If someone purely tuned to love
Had stood there watching us
They couldn't tell which one was which
Or if our feelings were enough
[Verse 4]
Like cement makes bonds stronger
Mixing two souls makes them whole
We're not less for merging
We're more than we were before

This is the ecstasy
Where two become one mind
Not just bodies touching
But something undefined
Our souls went out to meet each other
Hung suspended in between
This is the ecstasy
A half forgotten dream

Our souls had their communion
Now let our bodies speak
This is the ecstasy
We are complete

The Ecstasy

Love me Longtime

REMEMBER

ᴅ.ᴛ.ᴍ.