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
Yeah Tchiki
Dont it make you wanna scream
When you find out that your dream
Ain't really what it seems
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....
Yeah Tchiki
Dont it make you wanna scream
When you find out that your dream
Ain't really what it seems
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