People talk about the street
I lived there and lost everything
Every day that God makes
I wake up full of regrets
And I bear this mark
That even time will not be able to erase
I made my mother suffer
May God forgive me in life and before age
It's true, I made money
But at what cost did I shed blood?
Prison, it's shit
And outside it's death
Believe me, the street has nothing glorious, my brother
Last year, I even buried my little brother
May God forgive us and guide us
(May God forgive us and guide us)
(May God forgive us and guide us)
(May God forgive us and guide us)
(May God forgive us and guide us)

You're just fifteen, you're in a large family
You see your dad working hard to fill the fridge
You grew up in a neighborhood, for you it's the same seasons
You only see concrete, big guys rolling joints
You don't give a damn about school
Yet not more stupid than another
Collecting detention hours instead of bringing good grades
Your mom worries, she's already seen your big brother
Fall for bullshit, selling weed

Fear of seeing the same pattern repeat itself
She lectures you day and night to avoid the worst
But you're stubborn, you say "mom, don't worry"
I better walk straight, I'm afraid of dad's redheads
You hang out with your childhood friends like your brothers
You were only interested in football and big machines
You pray and you fear God
You're a young man without a story and you have the respect of the big brothers
But the big brothers make money and money makes you crazy
You also need cash to buy the latest shoes

You start doing little things, little stupid things
Snatching bags from old ladies who only have six cents
Old ladies who could be your mother, you don't give a damn
You smoke your first cigarette and drink your first beer
You stopped praying, you start to be proud
You start to hold the blocks, the neighborhood becomes your fiefdom
Eighteen years old, you start to have urges
Attracted by the gazelles and the gazelles find you cute
Fashion, you have the crest, gel on the head
You work the pecs, the family, the famous psartek
Your directory is full of gadji
Good ones, hemja you no longer make the difference
Between good girls and joy girls
Bad luck, you fall for a girl who has a lot of vices
Her bed is ecstasy, makes you taste the first delights
You chain the offenses, you want to put her at ease
You go to the coal and like Laouni, you fell for her
First stay in prison, the father in the visiting room
You get chills, you think, you don't sleep anymore at night
You chain the joints, mental anesthesia
You come out of the cage like a zombie, red eyes and yellow fingers

Back to square one, back to the house
Electric atmosphere, it's war like in Gaza
You no longer respect your father, you shout at your mother
At your sister, outside, your sweetheart makes you miserable
The mother can't sleep anymore, she has ulcers
This pain she internalizes even turns into cancer
First shock, you see her in the hospital undergoing chemotherapy
You're sad and you blame life
Even on her hospital bed she thinks of you
Worried about your future and what God will bring
Test after test, even your father loses his job
No more money at home and you want to sell kilos
Of shit in liquid, it's organized in networks
Meet a big boss who will advance you cash
Tracksuit, Lacoste bag, pairs of Sharks
You're just a small fish in a shark tank

Gun in hand, you play the thug
But you're just the whore of a big thug
You have a lot of money but also a lot of jealous people
The first ones to sleep with your wife when you get busted
The same ones who show up on a motorcycle with a hood to smoke you
It's the law of the trade, by the way in a shootout
You lose your best friend and you start to think
You think about retiring but pride holds you back
Wanted, you go to Spain with the loot
You live the dream life, beautiful villas, Marbella
You empty yourself on the beautiful signoras of Jonquera
From time to time, you get news from your family
The big brother has settled down and works and your mother is delighted
He even embraced Islam and wears the hassouna
Wants to send parents to Mecca and Medina
As soon as you hear that, it's the click, your heart opens
Tired of this vice, you realize that you suffer

You go back to Marseille, they will welcome you back
Marignane airport, the Angels are back
The pilgrims are dressed in white, face illuminated
Your mother hugs you, you feel piety
You have chills in your body, you have regrets in your heart
You apologize to your father and you kiss your little sister
You look at your brother, you say how he has changed
He's become a good guy, you want to be like him
Stop this unhealthy life, you take stock
The run, it costs a lot and you've blown all your money
All these years of hard work, risks and pressures
Was it worth it? So you question yourself
You want to change, you decide to settle down
But guys with whom you had disputes want revenge
But time passes, people see differently
Grudges fade
God guides whoever he wants anyway

And yeah, Algerian, you're right, my brother
There's always a way out
I've been to prison
I couldn't stand it, I lost it
Twelve years in a psychiatric hospital
For being misunderstood
But thank God, today I'm getting back on track, little by little
As long as there's life, there's hope
And as long as there's hope
It's always possible to get out of this black hole
Peace

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