“J’avais Pas Les Mots” drops us straight into La Fouine’s teenage memories, where tower blocks, flashing police lights and school corridors feel like a maze he cannot escape. The French-Moroccan rapper paints a raw picture of life “en bas” (downstairs in the projects) – nights filled with his mother’s quiet tears, teachers’ smirks and the constant rumble of sirens. Even while dreaming of selling-out arenas like Bercy or the Olympia, he is weighed down by street checks, empty pockets and the haunting thought that he never found the right words to comfort the people he loves.
At its heart, the chorus repeats the same regret: “J’avais pas les mots” – “I didn’t have the words.” It is a confession of emotional silence. He wishes he had hugged the girl who mattered, told his mum and dad he loved them, or explained his struggles to the school counsellor. Instead, he bottled everything up, numbing the pain with weed and risky hustles. The song balances gritty realism with vulnerable honesty, reminding listeners that behind every hardened exterior there is often a child who simply could not speak up. In just a few verses, La Fouine turns lost words into powerful lyrics, urging us to say what matters before it is too late.