LACRIM – 26 décembre 1999 (English lyrics)

Intro (Oxmo Puccino) :
Because no one writes the beginning of their own story
Choices, are complicated
Even a good seed can grow badly, when the earth is hard
We think we have the choice, as far as the lives we live (as far as the lives we live)

1st verse (Lacrim) :
I used to sleep in front of the stars, yeah
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed yeah
I dreamed of finding a treasure, oh
Before life hit me, homie
Bullets that tore my heart apart, yah
I took it in and I’m still breathing, yah
I’ve been walking in the streets for two hours now, yah
I’ve been sleeping outside for months, life, made me grew a strong mind, yeah
I’m gonna sell all the gold that I stole last night, yeah
And you know it : I don’t care about problems, I don’t have anymore friends I’m badi
God saw me sleeping outside in the rain, mama, you gotta be strong
I’ll go where the wind leads me, I love you, I’m suffocating
The devil is behind the door

Chorus (Lacrim) :
Life, I don’t give a fuck about it
They can judge me, I don’t give a fuck about it
Who am I ? I don’t give a fuck about it
Whether they like me, I don’t give a fuck about it

2nd verse (Lacrim) :
14 years old, I’m little, I’m all thing
It’s late, it’s cold and I’m hungry
Some drugs and some robberies, I witnessed them
And the vice of the street, that’s all I have
I no longer have school, no longer have education, yeah
What do you want me to do ? yah
I know that I have to make it out, yah yah
Gotta make money, my house is far from a palace
And by the way, I don’t don’t even have a house, I have swallowed anythign in 24 hours
I’m smoking some hash that an older guy gave me, a caliber, a commerce, there’s no doubt that I’m gonna take that guy’s money
It’s the week end so the car is packed, stay outside I’ll take care of this, here
No one move the gun is pointed, you, full up the bag stop talking
Yeah, for a bet, take clothes, yeah
Pas pour refaire comme Tony (??)

Chorus (Lacrim) :
Life, I don’t give a fuck about it
They can judge me, I don’t give a fuck about it
Who am I ? I don’t give a fuck about it
Whether they like me, I don’t give a fuck about it

Outro (Oxmo Puccino) :
The problem is money, you gotta make some, in order to know it’s worth
With a life like this, don’t be surprise that such a brother can exist
The street are not an address : it’s a parallel world; where only the wolves survive, the others disappear
So respect it, respect it, give, even if they’re tough
You gotta give, because the heart is real
Oxmo Puccino
For Lacrim

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