Since then HK has collaborated with many artist such as The Boo Yaa Tribe, Matai of P-Vine Records (Japan), Bay Dawgs, Big Laz of Upstairs Records/Melendez Ent., Y.S. of Most Bangin Ent./Song BMG, 500, Charizma of Go Bigg Ent./Jungle Rock and A-R Star. Through networking with artist from different genres HK began experimenting with his own style swaying away from his in your face gangster rap delivery to a more toned down pop sound.
HK keeps hard at work not only in the studio but also on stage opening up for many major artist including The Game and David Banner and has performed at various Bay Area night clubs and venues as well as large festivals and college functions.
From his work behind the microphone to doing shows, HK refuses to fall into the same category as your average Bay Area Hyphee rapper with his own sound developed through years in the studio. HK now records and engineers his own music keeping a consistent stream of hits for his followers. Keep a look out for HK and his upcoming events and new music!
Le déserteur
HK Lyrics
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Je vous fais une lettre
Que vous lirez peut-être
Si vous avez le temps
Je viens de recevoir
Mes papiers militaires
Pour partir à la guerre
Avant mercredi soir
Je ne veux pas la faire
Je ne suis pas sur terre
Pour tuer des pauvres gens
C'est pas pour vous fâcher
Il faut que je vous dise
Ma décision est prise
Je m'en vais déserter
Depuis que je suis né
J'ai vu mourir mon père
J'ai vu partir mes frères
Et pleurer mes enfants
Ma mère a tant souffert
Elle est dedans sa tombe
Et se moque des bombes
Et se moque des vers
Quand j'étais prisonnier
On m'a volé ma femme
On m'a volé mon âme
Et tout mon cher passé
Demain de bon matin
Je fermerai ma porte
Au nez des années mortes
J'irai sur les chemins
Je mendierai ma vie
Sur les routes de France
De Bretagne en Provence
Et je dirai aux gens:
Refusez d'obéir
Refusez de la faire
N'allez pas à la guerre
Refusez de partir
S'il faut donner son sang
Allez donner le vôtre
Vous êtes bon apôtre
Monsieur le Président
Si vous me poursuivez
Prévenez vos gendarmes
Que je n'aurai pas d'armes
Et qu'ils pourront tirer
The lyrics of "Le déserteur" by HK present a letter addressed to the President of France, written by a man who has received his military call-up. In the letter, he expresses his decision to desert from the army and refuse to participate in the war. He argues that he is not on earth to kill poor people, and he has seen enough death and suffering already in his life. He mentions his father's death, his brothers' departure for war, and the pain of his mother's suffering and subsequent death. He also talks about his experience as a prisoner, where he lost his wife and his past life. He concludes the letter by saying that he will close the door to his past and leave to beg for his life on the roads of France, encouraging others to refuse to follow orders and fight in the war.
The song is a poignant commentary on the futility and tragedy of war, expressed through the point of view of a soldier who chooses to follow his conscience and defy authority. It highlights the emotional toll of war, not just on soldiers but on families and civilians, and the importance of individual choice and resistance against injustice. The song resonates with many people who share anti-war sentiments and advocate for peace and social justice.
Line by Line Meaning
Monsieur le Président
Addressing the President of France
Je vous fais une lettre
Writing a letter
Que vous lirez peut-être
Hoping the President reads it
Si vous avez le temps
If you have the time
Je viens de recevoir
Just received
Mes papiers militaires
My military papers
Pour partir à la guerre
To go to war
Avant mercredi soir
Before Wednesday night
Je ne veux pas la faire
I don't want to do it
Je ne suis pas sur terre
I'm not on Earth
Pour tuer des pauvres gens
To kill poor people
C'est pas pour vous fâcher
Not to upset you
Il faut que je vous dise
I have to tell you
Ma décision est prise
My decision is made
Je m'en vais déserter
I'm going to desert
Depuis que je suis né
Since I was born
J'ai vu mourir mon père
I saw my father die
J'ai vu partir mes frères
I saw my brothers leave
Et pleurer mes enfants
And cry for my children
Ma mère a tant souffert
My mother suffered so much
Elle est dedans sa tombe
She's in her grave
Et se moque des bombes
And doesn't care about bombs
Et se moque des vers
And doesn't care about worms
Quand j'étais prisonnier
When I was a prisoner
On m'a volé ma femme
They took my wife
On m'a volé mon âme
They took my soul
Et tout mon cher passé
And all my dear past
Demain de bon matin
Tomorrow morning at dawn
Je fermerai ma porte
I'll close my door
Au nez des années mortes
In the face of dead years
J'irai sur les chemins
I'll go on the roads
Je mendierai ma vie
I'll beg for my life
Sur les routes de France
On the roads of France
De Bretagne en Provence
From Brittany to Provence
Et je dirai aux gens:
And I'll tell people:
Refusez d'obéir
Refuse to obey
Refusez de la faire
Refuse to do it
N'allez pas à la guerre
Don't go to war
Refusez de partir
Refuse to leave
S'il faut donner son sang
If blood must be shed
Allez donner le vôtre
Go give your own
Vous êtes bon apôtre
You're a good apostle
Monsieur le Président
Addressing the President of France
Si vous me poursuivez
If you pursue me
Prévenez vos gendarmes
Warn your police officers
Que je n'aurai pas d'armes
That I won't have weapons
Et qu'ils pourront tirer
And they can shoot me
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