La Caution - Thé à la menthe

Who can translate this song plss

La Caution - Mint Tea

Nikkfurie:
Boy, I still remember Mrs. Nicole
A teacher who thought Arab kids weren't made for school
I used to wear velvet pants with holes, red plastic boots,
A wool hood, a sweater and Play sneakers
The barber didn't even know I existed yet,
But the first time he saw us, he just gave up
We were young and innocent
With snot all over our noses and no tissue
We used to squat in the sandbox with our friends and ideas
In order to vandalize, without even knowing it
Our parents owned nothing, so we hung around with nothing
According to our neighbors, who were big racists, for your information
We were ill-bred and their German shepherd was better drilled
Yeah I can't believe it, actually I've never believed it
Because the parental love is the only love I've ever received
So, not to get worked up, what can calm us down
Is the benefits of mint in some tea

Hi-Tekk:
First generation: slums, undercover mood in some pub in Barbès
Mint tea, couscous and tajines à la carte
No more scopitones for Mouloud and Saïd Abd Allah
With a nasty accent, "enough salams" says Hassan the athlet
Coming from Algeria, from Hollywood to Tamanrasset
No more mint tea, only bitter words
Like a retard, I got a headache,
Running in my Stan Smith shoes, Adidas, 501 jeans, whatever
It's a bomb attack going down there
For a few more bills, carnage is in the air
This France disintegrates me: they treat Arabs like unhinged barbarians
Fu*k the culture of barbecues, steaks and fast food
In the homeland it's all djellabas and sandals from Oujda to Casablanca
It's so trivial down my block, I'm bored and too thin
They're skinning each other in my hall, my pain and my joy merge
And it's all that remains of our cultural heritage

Nikkfurie:
My teenage years were all about Nastase sneakers and 501 jeans
Pento hair gel, funk tapes and my dad in his 505 Peugeot car
Then the word "Problem" came up, with a capital P
And everybody started to shake and pee their pants facing it
After innocence, pessimism became fixed,
In front of glow, the right path bent
I reached out for happiness and it hurt me
Like only money and honor can make me real
But around here, they can accuse you of things
That if you had really done, you'd have hanged yourself
They need an Arab, a Black, whatever, as long as it's concrete
We've had the chance not to ever take ourselves seriously
Moving in vices without ever doing the somersault
Trying to make our lives different from swan dives
At school, we were vultures against Baudelaire's albatross
We saw ourselves in rap music, against all real expectation
Recipe: samplers, pens and mint tea