Music has always been more than sound. For some, it is rhythm and melody; for others, it is therapy, confession, and truth. With his latest release “Mon Fils”, Hakan delivers more than just a Drum & Bass track—he opens a window into his personal life, a story both raw and real.
The song was born out of his relationship with his son, tracing back to the years when his boy was just thirteen. Like many fathers, Hakan has always carried an unwavering love for his blood. Yet, through the years, he struggled with something deeper—the absence of love and respect returned to him.
That emotional weight is carved into “Mon Fils”. Every beat, every bassline, every word is infused with the push and pull of love, pain, and longing. The French and English versions of the track echo the same truth: fatherhood can be as beautiful as it is heartbreaking.
“I always love my blood,” Hakan reflects. “But I never felt love nor respect from him.”
This honesty is what makes “Mon Fils” stand apart. It’s not just a song to dance to—it’s a song to feel. It’s an unfiltered chapter of a father’s journey, set against the relentless energy of Drum & Bass.
For Hakan, releasing “Mon Fils” is more than sharing music with the world. It is a way of telling his story, of capturing the complexity of love and pain, and of turning personal struggle into universal sound.
In the end, “Mon Fils” is about more than one father and one son. It speaks to anyone who has ever loved without condition, given without guarantee, and carried the weight of unanswered love.
🎧 Listen to “Mon Fils” now—feel the story, live the beat.
Written and produced by Hakan Nurhak
LYRICS
13 years… chasing peace,
Money gone, time gone,
But I’m still here, still strong.
Yeah…
From the age of thirteen, stress on my mind,
School calls, court dates, running out of time.
Police cells, government fines on my head,
All I ever wanted was some love instead.
Mum’s lies poison, twisted your view,
Never got respect for the things that I do.
Every pound, every tear, gone in the fight,
Raised you in the dark, still searching for light.
[Pre-Drop Hook – Vocals Rising, Melodic]
Blood but no love… I gave you my all.
Blood but no love… still you let me fall.
Blood but no love… it cuts to the bone,
Blood but no love… I stand on my own.
“Blood — no love! (yeah!)
Blood — no love! (oi!)
All this pain, all this fight,
Still I rise through the night!”
You tried to swing, tried to stab in my home,
Kicked me out my flat — but I still own.
Now you’re locked down, prison gates closed,
But I still stand tall, I still compose.
Swear on the phone, disrespect in your tone,
But I carry the weight, yeah, I carry it alone.
Never broke me, never stole my soul,
DnB in my veins, keep me in control.
Blood but no love… I gave you my all.
Blood but no love… still you let me fall.
Blood but no love… it cuts to the bone,
Blood but no love… I stand on my own.
“Blood — no love!
Pain — no trust!
Time — runs fast!
But I still — rise up!”
Yeah… thirteen to twenty-one.
All the pain, all the cost…
But the beat still runs.
Blood but no love.
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