User:Adasta/IAM

IAM - Nés sous la même étoile  [Refrain] Life is beautiful; destiny is different No-one plays with the same cards The cradle lifts the veil, several are the routes that it reveals Oh well - we're not all born under the same star  Why fortune and poverty? Why am I born with empty pockets while his are crammed full of cash? Why did I see my dad go to work on a bike just before seeing his in a grey three-piece in a BMW?  Money's a beautiful woman who doesn't marry paupers Otherwise why am I all alone, maried without a dowry? Why is it for him: creche and holidays? For me it's: football stadium with no goal, no net<BR> not even a white line<BR> <BR> Why is it swimming for him and fights for me?<BR> Coke for him and for me, coppers on the beat?<BR> I have to manage even to eat sometimes<BR> Why does he get to stuff himself with salmon on a bed of caviar?<BR>

Some are born lucky, and others in the shit<BR> Why does everything around me stink? Why start on me?<BR> Why are all his Christmases sunny<BR> whilst my dream is overawed by a frozen reality?<BR>

He gets to study further-<BR> Why don't I have enough money to buy their books and textbooks?<BR> Why did I have to stop my courses? Why doesn't he have a brother to feed?<BR> Why do I deal every day?<BR>

Why when I fail, he gets a degree?<BR> Why do these steel cages strengthen only their ease?<BR> His star shines brighter than mine under the great tapestry<BR> Why wasn't I born under the same star?<BR>

[Refrain]<BR> I can't do anything<BR> A spectator of despair.<BR>

Like Issa, why isn't a lucky star watching over me?<BR> Corridors full of dramas, spit, chatting nothing<BR> with bending-over queers up ahead<BR> Growing up without a penny's so disheartening<BR>

Wearing simple shorts, <BR> Not being able to make toy diggers out of yoghurt pots;<BR> But that's OK - <BR> I don't want to blame anyone: when my time's up, I'll go out as I arrived<BR>

A radiant cocky kid clutching on to forbidden fruit<BR> Innocent, a witness to guys gunned down in the street<BR> Is that a childhood? A pretty shitty one, yeah<BR> I didn't womanise, just whispered sweet nothings to<BR> chicks who didn't have a clue<BR> <BR> White with fear before my dad<BR> My sister wore the veil<BR> Ah I remember, at school the kids used to bully her,<BR> used to tease her:<BR> It's nothing, Lea: if we had fewer morals,<BR> a little of this game of fire...<BR> We'd be just like them<BR> <BR> But I sobbed to have a job, like a begger without booze<BR> The "I love you"s to my folks, all alone in bed at night<BR> To each his own job, but without ambition, life is too long<BR> <BR> Writing poems; everything is violent in this sad song:<BR> You fix yourself to the wagon, but it's the locomotive you lack<BR> It's not about your colour, it's about your bank account<BR> <BR> I'm telling you my views, <BR> even if everyone's had enough<BR> I wouldn't be like this<BR> if I had seen the rich life<BR>