When I walk the street, I'm always chic, I'm always lit
When I walk the street it's like a rite of passage to be rich
When I smoke my stick I don’t panic I make a beat
I level up my spirit, I spit on the bad critics

When I don't feel good, I change my mood with the loud sound
I like to stay in my hood, feel my roots, feel the season
My life is not so cool and I have plenty of reasons to change my destination and cross the ocean

Tell me why I'm so sad
Tell me why it's so hard to live alone, to have to fight
Just for my simple rights?

My life is a series of bad choices that you have to know
I risked following voices that only break the law
I paid for my own crimes locked up for a long time
I have crossed the line several times

I only play music, I'm an artist, not a careerist
I play for the public, I play my soul all my lyrics
I like to dance and sing, create while jamming
I like to share my feelings for free for nothing

Tell me why I'm so sad
Tell me why it's so hard to live alone, to have to fight
Just for my simple rights?

When I walk the city I see the people around me
My friends and my enemies look at me with envy
I see their jealousy sometimes they are not happy
If I tell them that I work with celebrities

But my life isn't better because I don't have money
I'm still the same woman trying to work normally
To live in society as others do daily
Who pays her bills honestly, who tries to be happy

Tell me why I'm so sad
Tell me why it's so hard to live alone, to have to fight
Just for my simple rights?

When I make beats, I stay focused on the riddim
I like to play like a kid, be an innocent victim
To keep all my dreams, so that they are coming
To free my mind of things I no longer need