Amal grew up in hardship, at two years old, she immigrated from Morocco to the projects
She landed in the 77, Pierre-Collinet city
The French ghetto, it's not the jet set
Dad is a cleaning agent, mom, a housewife
Amal becomes an adult before her time
She's a woman in a child's body
When you're poor, you're not naive for long
Alone, surrounded by four brothers in misery, it builds character
It's the 80s, the times are paranoid
One of her older brothers falls into heroin
I'm talking about a real project girl
Who has more life experience than your rappers who invent lives
She'll never be the type to let herself be walked over
Amal has taken so many hits that she no longer feels them
Amal has taken so many hits that she no longer feels them
Amal has a little brother named Amine (named Amine)
We never escape what God has destined for us
Amine is fiery, Amine is fearless
Pure product of the suburbs, Amine plays with fire
Incarcerated at thirteen, the judge assassinates him
Youngest prisoner in France, his future is shaping up
Amal may write to the court, it won't do any good
We don't all slip through the cracks like Alexandre Benalla
His incarceration will be destructive
Amine experiences this imprisonment as an injustice
Amine vomits the system, Amine is angry (Amine is angry)
Amine ends up in robberies (in robberies)
In all, seventeen years in the slammer
Amal chains letters and visiting rooms
People forget you when you're incarcerated
Amal will never let go of her little brother
At twenty-nine, Amine is on the run
He tries to escape a routine check
He flees but the cop doesn't give him a break
Without warning, bullet in the back
Since they killed her little brother
Against the system, Amal goes to war
The cop claims self-defense, expresses no regret
Even shows arrogance
The media spread the police version
In France, no one mourns the fate of a gangster
Her parents live in fear but Amal doesn't let go
And she ends up finding witnesses
Despite the facts and evidence gathered
The cop is acquitted at the first trial
Shocking, even the prosecutor appeals
A bullet in the back, it can't be accidental (accidental)
Amal continues the battle, she draws her courage from the depths of her guts
She forgets herself, puts her life aside
She has a husband who loves her, supports her in adversity
Sometimes, Amal has dark thoughts
A desire for revenge floods her despair
Faced with incomprehension, sometimes, she thinks of the worst
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, you know what I mean
Just as she risks taking a wrong turn
God grants her a third child
A beautiful, pure little boy
He looks so much like her that she calls him Amine
Love takes over hate
Through resistance, she finally finds a way out
After five years of relentless struggle
The cop is finally convicted
Amal breathes
Amal regains the taste for life, Amal desires
Amal has projects
Amal smiles
Amal's heart beats
Amal blooms
No more room for doubts
Amal goes back to school
At forty on the university benches
Amal wants to become a lawyer
She thinks of others, yeah, she doesn't forget Amine so she thinks of ours, yeah
I write her story so as not to forget
What can be done with willpower
You see? Our sisters are beautiful, immense is the courage they carry within them
Ten years later, I had to repeat it
We are not doomed to failure

Learn, understand, undertake even if it hurts (we are not doomed to failure)
Get up, progress, fight even when it hurts (like Amal did)
Learn, understand, undertake even if it hurts (we are not doomed to failure)
Get up, progress, fight even when it hurts (like Amal did)
Learn, understand, undertake even if it hurts
Get up, progress, fight even when it hurts, even when it hurts, even when it hurts
Undertake even if it hurts, even if it hurts, even if it hurts, even if it hurts
Fight even when it hurts, even when it hurts
Even when it hurts, even if it hurts
Even if it hurts, even when it hurts
Even if it hurts, even when it hurts
Even when it hurts, even if it hurts
Even when it hurts

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