Barz, le rappeur de Brooklyn, a confié la réalisation du clip de son titre His Story à Nicolas Coupet d’Okavo Production.
Un film entièrement tourné à Dijon,
Paroles de His Story, de Barz. 2016
[Verse 1] It all started in the ghetto, a youngin with dreams, Disturbed fatherless past and a mother in need, To feed and provide a roof so she can cover her seeds, To protect them from these streets and those troublesome teens, No loyalty or direction niggas stumbled to greed, Sentenced to decades you wouldn’t fuckin believe, The evil that men do all for the love of this green, Plenty of homies died, so many had to suffer and bleed, Poverty restricted environments, no supper for weeks, Niggas bro me but never was a brother to me, Ever since I left the hood a motherfucker could see, Envy, and the jealousy is a fucking disease, I’m a hustler, I move to the hustlers theme, The plan remains simple, and that’s to double the cream, Stack paper and get out the ghetto, I’m never looking back, I started writing these raps, instead of cooking crack, I told myself where ever I go, I’m always a Brooklyn cat, Reminiscing, it took me back, back to the bookings, Back to the system, waiting for them pigs to unhook me, Strength and courage was lost and a nigga just had to find it, And turn these moments of a minus, into something timeless, King without a crown, and they should label me, your highness, The process is frustrating, it’s taking all my energy, Protect me from my friends, I can take care of my enemies, Live long, when I ‘m gone I know they gone remember me, [Chorus] Why they fuckin with me for? My team blowing up like it’s C4, Phantom ghost on them Demi Moore, To these millions we should free fall, Walk through my hood take a detour x2
[Verse 2] You should hear them nowadays, I’m amazed I got to say, Anything less than authentic is not okay, Spoken lies and parades of fake stuff, They never saw me when I was down, but they saw me when I came up, Nigga I never changed up, niggas were into lame stuff, I had to cut them off they were infecting my space with misery, Too much negativity, smiled up in my face, Kept their eyes on my plate and plus they were never feeling me, They were never real to me, like cartoons you characters kill me, Blowing smoke up my tail and selling me Hillary, I was slow because I bought that shit for a while But that shit ain’t getting me high no more, I got to go, Find me some seeds and nigga just got to grow, his own shit, And be on my own dick, get on my grown shit, Sleepless nights in the cell I was homesick, Niggas think they hot, but niggas think I’m cooler, Sipping on that lean now they listening to Future Versace, Versace snakes in my face medusa, My generation don’t want role models, they want a jeweler, And niggas trying to pop, then I’m popping at madulas, Barz came off the top, and popping off a ruger, Shooting off the top, so I’m popping off madulas
[Outro] Feel me like, I know where I wanna go but there’s just that, there’s a lot of things in my way, So for me to get to point B it’s like I gotta go through all of this fucking bullshit so I can get to one spot, It’s like there’s no short cuts, take the long way, But a nigga ain’t complaining, I’mma just do what I gotta do, and keep my head focus And you know, get these niggas to know who the fuck we are, top of the name, B-A-R-Z it’s Barz