First time I saw;

‎the kind of shit that brings tears to a man’s eyes,  

‎the kind of shit that brings tears to a man’s heart.  

‎The kind of shit that throws colour to the damn ground;

‎this ain’t black and white;  

‎red hue is what I’m talking about.

‎As the title says “Vulgar,” so expect a lot of French.  

‎Just imagine me as “Black” Macron.  

‎20.10.20 is what this is about.  

‎They thought man’s got amnesia,  

‎they thought we forgot.  

‎It’s been six whole years today; 

‎did they think we forgot?  

‎“Blank bullets” my ass.  

‎Did they think we were dumb?  

‎Maybe the gunshot sounds were onomatopoeic, mehn.  

‎They really thought we were dumb.  

‎We saw blood stains on youths’ white.  

‎Last I checked, “pow pow pow” couldn’t cause that.  

‎“No death, no massacre, no bodies, no blood,” huh?  

‎I might be short-sighted,  

‎but I could swear I watched the news with my glasses on.

‎Just like a woman in love,  

‎I’m trying to ignore the red flags that I saw that day.  

‎Youths our age bled, cried;

‎some of them were half-blind from the tear gas that filled the air.  

‎Peaceful protest,  

‎but some of them came back in a fucking body bag that day!!!

‎I don’t really give a fuck if the government doesn’t want to admit it was their fault.  

‎I already know what I saw.  

‎If this could easily be forgotten, then truly,  

‎truly,  

‎WE ARE FUCKED.