« Dans La Peau » plunges us into the buzzing streets of Marseille, where time races faster than a Rolex and loyalty is stamped into the skin. Graya, Soprano, and Alonzo paint snapshots of tower-block life: deals at dawn, mothers praying, kids growing up too fast, and friends who never made it past the photo on the wall. Over a moody beat, they flip between gritty details (vodka-soaked nights, courthouse dramas) and cinematic images (cowboys pushing saloon doors, astronauts among the stars) to show how big dreams and harsh reality constantly collide.
Yet the track is far from hopeless. The chorus hums a bittersweet la-la-la that turns pain into anthem, and every verse flashes moments of courage: quitting the dealer life, protecting family, chasing diplomas, and still believing in paradise even for enemies. « Dans La Peau » is both a love letter and a call-out to the quartiers nord, reminding listeners that what you carry inside—the block, the culture, the memories—can weigh you down or lift you up, depending on the choices you make.