Life So Hard

Yeah Tchiki ..

Dont it make you wanna scream

When you find out that your dream

Ain't really what it seems

The key to everything, everybody here in Algeria

Is the money

Some say that it's the root of all evil;

Brings wars and other cells of upheaval

Leaves family in the streets with nothing to eat;

Little baby boys and girls

No shoes on their feet;

All the men who leave home dying in the war zones

And the women do it all they own

It reminds me of the ghettos right here

And the hoods that I see

Everywhere that I've been in the is country

Stop bailing out the banks and give the Franklins to me

I guess my piece of the pie ain't free, can you free

Can you feel me?

Ooooh

He don't care and she don't care;

They both got brand new clothes to wear

And they ain't worry, cuz they don't know

What its like to be left out in the snow

The dirt, the filth, the gutter, the grime

The pain, the strain, the hustle, the climb

The struggle to fight, the conflict, the crime

I don't buy that line that it's nature's design

You different, you ugly, you evil, you wrong

You stupid,you dumb, your mind ain't too strong

Your daddy ain't from here so you don't belong

And the list goes on and on and on and on....