| Do you hear the screams in our alleys?
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| At the edge of a cliff
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| When there is no more money
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| To pay the water bill
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| So much contempt, who to talk to
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| When do you have more salary?
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| So isolated
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| There are those who have chosen the big leap
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| Brothers took up arms for their attainable dreams
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| That will be tired of neglecting the appetite
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| Because it's the crisis and the same ones profit from it
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| I'm not going to give you a sketch on those who make profit
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| Sleep on top of the rent, like the Rothschilds
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| I'm in the crowd, tell them it smells scorched
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| Despite the job, in our pockets, it's Russia
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| France from below is going to aim for success
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| Out of breath to feed his little one
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| For a mother, worse than a point-blank bullet
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| We jostle, while some graze everything
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| Why we yell loudly when we earn a little money
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| It's been a while since we see the ball in the other camp
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| Akhi, your enemies have extinguished the campfire
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| Here, the zermi makes the kindness run away
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| There are some who kill time, others prefer to que-bra the trunk
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| Do you hear the screams in our alleys?
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| At the edge of a cliff
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| When there is no more money
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| To pay the water bill
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| So much contempt, who to talk to
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| When do you have more salary?
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| So isolated
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| There are those who have chosen the big leap
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| Do you still believe that men are created equal?
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| Free to choose, from cradle to grave?
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| We believed it, the hoax was too good
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| In our H.L.M nested like Lego
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| We exploit you, we throw you away like a cigarette butt
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| The bastos will come and pierce their ego
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| They play the stock market, we dream about Loto
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| Their help? |
| All mythos, there's the devil under their motorcycles
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| The R.S.A. for street people
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| That have lost hope of germinating the family
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| The PMU for old-school guys
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| Who still hope to settle in Nice
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| The world is spinning, fuck mother, we're hanging on
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| I lost a kho, I have no gold, but relatives
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| Others lost their minds, swept away by the flood
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| Others have chosen to take the plunge!
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| Do you hear the screams in our alleys?
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| At the edge of a cliff
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| When there is no more money
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| To pay the water bill
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| So much contempt, who to talk to
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| When do you have more salary?
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| So isolated
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| There are those who have chosen the big leap
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| There are those who have chosen the big leap
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| There are those who have chosen the big leap
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| Do you hear the screams in our alleys?
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| At the edge of a cliff
|
| When there is no more money
|
| To pay the water bill
|
| So much contempt, who to talk to
|
| When do you have more salary?
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| So isolated
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| There are those who have chosen the big leap
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| There are those who have chosen the big leap
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| There are those who have chosen the big leap |