DIAMS- TRANSLATED RAP (2of3)

Seems I took ten steps closer to God since things took a somber turn. Even seems like I am better since they abandonned me. Because that is how it is in life, when all is well, you have many friend. Then when the lights are off, you hear a voice saying “you are alone Mélanie”. Pull yourself up, at the very least, do if for your mama. Do it for your brothers and sisters that love your poems and chant in the audience. They chant “hoyo” when you sing, you little country girl. You hear a voice that says “at least fight for him“ Maybe he is the one for you. Maybe he will be the father of your daughter.

Then the voice gets smaller and you crumble. No more MTV Awards at the Hospital to help you when you drawn. I’ll confess, it’s true, took a small trip with the “crazies” as you call them. There, happiness is found, within pills and needles. There you are nothing more than a patient, a fuc*** prescription number. Yo, you may have seem my ambulance pass through. I saw doctors mistaken themselves for God and pretend to read my heart. There, eyes roll back after 21 hours. There, alone in your room, when it is time to fight, you despair. Those docs came to cut my legs. After time passed, they came to fry my brain. Those charlatans definitely enjoyed my Euros.

Really, my true problem was, I had too big of a heart. Take this song as a stone in the pond. You will not stop my heart with your meds. Anti-depressants BS. I’m really like everyone else, half-wise, half-mad. They told me you are sick for life, you are bipolar. I took their word. My face taken over by demons, I lost my mind. So funny how everyone lurks when you reach rock bottom. They are happy when you crumble because suddenly they feel strong. But when I made entire audiences jump, jealousy was killing them.

F… it, Diams (her artist name) might as well die. But Mélanie (her gov. Name) is rising, I call this my Renaissance. Now, when my belly is full I have the heart full of gratitude. In the end, it’s always the same real ones that encourage me. They love me whether I am crying from laughter or from pain. I write this piece as if it will be the last of my life. Need to spit out my crisis. If now, I can attest I am well, it’s because at any given point, Sébastien is behind me. Allow me to pay my hommage to my entourage. One day I changed my number with no warning and I saw who sought to reach me.

(For God Is Restoring Your Mind, Friend. Love, -Liv)