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 