100 Kila ft. Rick Ross
Lyrics

Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴In city shoes,
Of clueless blues,
Pays the views,
And no-mans news.
Blades will fade from blood to sport,
The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Drink and frame this pain i think. I'm melting silver poles my dear,
You bleed your wings and then disappear.
The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
And battle lines are drawn across this town.

Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
And nothing's changed.
Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like 1968 again.
The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Well pretty flames.

In school I would just bite my tongue,
And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
The flags are false and they contradict,
They point and click which wounds to lick,
On avenues this christian breeze,
Turns it's heart to more needles please.
Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
It frays this skin and then underscore.
The case for war you spin and bleed,
The sales you feel screensavers feed,
The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The moving scenes and suburbanites,
And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
Modern times come talk me down,
The battle lines are drawn across this town.

English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Hearts and minds and US Planes,
Nothing's changed...
And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Riot like the 1980's again,

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
More pretty flames.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 100 Kila ft. Rick Ross' "Parisian Boys" depicts the state of modern society, particularly in urban areas where people indulge in vices to escape the struggles of their daily lives. The first verse describes how people's views are influenced by clueless blues while the media reports on nothing that truly matters. The use of blades as a metaphor for violence and the destruction of lives and communities is also highlighted. The lyrics then transition to how people are in denial of their pain as they indulge in drugs, alcohol, and other forms of escape. The chorus reflects on how nothing has truly changed despite the passage of time.

The second verse shifts to the perspective of a person who is more aware of the issues plaguing society, particularly the contradictions in political ideologies, and how they are used to manipulate people. The references to christianity and needles symbolize how people often turn to drugs instead of religion to cure their pain. The verse also points out the hypocrisies of the media, the government, and even the entertainment industry. The chorus then repeats, emphasizing how history tends to repeat itself, with riots and violence repeating over and over again.

Line by Line Meaning

In city shoes,
Wearing fashionable city shoes

Of clueless blues,
Feeling disconnected and lost

Pays the views,
Paying attention to what is popular and trendy

And no-mans news.
Ignoring real news and issues that affect everyone

Blades will fade from blood to sport,
Violence and brutality will become normalized and trivialized

The heroin's cut these fuses short,
Drug addiction is destroying lives and futures

Smokers rode a colonial pig, [Smoke is rolling colonial pink,]
Smoking a certain kind of drug, possibly referencing its colonial origins

Drink and frame this pain i think.
Drinking to cope with emotional pain

I'm melting silver poles my dear,
Feeling overwhelmed and falling apart

You bleed your wings and then disappear.
Breaking out and leaving behind a former life

The moving scenes and pilot lights, [...pyre lights]
The fast-paced city life and its bright lights, possibly alluding to death and destruction

Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights.
The destruction and chaos have made people feel alive and powerful

Modern times come talk me down,
Feeling overwhelmed by the speed and complexity of contemporary society

And battle lines are drawn across this town.
The divisions and conflict in society are becoming more pronounced

Parisian boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Young men with unknown or unconventional identities in Paris

Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Using violence and aggression to break free from oppression and constraints

Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames, [Talk me down...]
Defying authority and causing chaos and destruction

And nothing's changed.
Society remains stagnant and oppressive

Riot like 1968 again.
Referencing the political and social upheaval of 1968 in France

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
The anger and frustration of the marginalized remains the same

Well pretty flames.
The destruction caused by the riots is visually captivating and alluring

In school I would just bite my tongue,
Hiding one's true thoughts and feelings to conform to societal norms

And now your words they strike me down. [But now your words have struck me dumb.]
Feeling hurt and silenced by someone's words

The flags are false and they contradict,
National symbols and values are hypocritical and misleading

They point and click which wounds to lick,
Media and society focus on exploiting and sensationalizing people's pain

On avenues this christian breeze,
Religion is seen as a superficial and fleeting part of society

Turns it's heart to more needles please.
People turn to addiction to cope with despair and emptiness

Our eyes roll back and we beg for more,
Addiction has a grip on people and drives them to seek more

It frays this skin and then underscore.
Addiction damages and erodes one's physical and mental health

The case for war you spin and bleed,
The political and economic motivations behind war are hidden from the public

The sales you feel screensavers feed,
Technology and media are a distraction and numbing influence on people

The girls you breed the soaps that you write,
The media's portrayal of women is shallow and objectifying

The graceless charm of your gutter snipes.
The dark and unseemly aspects of society are glorified and celebrated

The moving scenes and suburbanites,
The banality and superficiality of middle-class life

And smithereens got 'em scaling heights.
The destruction and chaos appeals to people and gives them a sense of power

Modern times come talk me down,
The chaos and complexity of modern life is overwhelming

The battle lines are drawn across this town.
Society is divided and conflict is present in every aspect of life

English boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Unconventional and unknown young men in England

Ghetto stones instead of chains,
Using violence and aggression to resist oppression

Hearts and minds and US Planes,
The impact of war on people's emotions and thoughts

Nothing's changed...
Society remains oppressive and stagnant

And english boys without your names, [...with obscure names]
Unconventional and unknown young men in England

Riot like the 1980's again,
Referencing the political and social unrest of the 1980s in England

The days of rage yeah nothing's changed,
Society remains oppressive and resistant to change

More pretty flames.
The visual spectacle of destruction is alluring and captivating

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