| I'm a little deter', I know the sector well
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| There are managers, lookouts and charcoal burners
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| I'll have my ter-ter, weapon of the East, a little drink
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| I'll be given a go when he was my brother
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| I'm a little quiet, I try to say my prayer
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| I see the big ones in the dinn, smile even in misery
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| Faith gives me warmth, when it's winter in the heart
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| And I have to remind my brothers and sisters
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| I'm a mother, my son died in front of me
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| I left the city, the impression of seeing it every time
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| When I see your friends, it's as if you were in front of me
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| I will have pain for life, despite everything I keep the Faith
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| I'm a neighborhood girl, tryna get out
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| I'm in school, there's my brother who will leave
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| Got two jobs, struggling to get by
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| And there I have my brother on the phone, I'm waiting for him to come out
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| Me, I'm a sportsman, never smoked, never drank
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| I have the forcing, on the testo' I abuse
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| Me, I'm a boss, I have my business
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| I went broke, roulette took it all away
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| I'm an alcoholic, I drink on the hill
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| I took two-three flashes in the Crystalline
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| Me, I'm a client, I needed my dose
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| I was in lack and I stole my daronne
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| I'm a father, I left the country
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| For a better future but they put me in the fatigues
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| I'm a big neighborhood, I was respected
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| I had my money, my land and for that I came back
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| After I went out, I talk to myself, I'm weird
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| Now the kids in the neighborhood they make me too crazy
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| I'm a four-year-old, I saw my mother take shots
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| My dad is violent once he's had his shot
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| He made me a slave, stuck in Libya
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| 21st century, we are still not free |