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I'd like to change

I'd like to change, I'd like to change
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
World has taught me to be like this,
Hustlin', cops after me
Learnt how to be smart,
Learnt how to be sly,
Among hustlers, smoke around
Grew up in a ghetto where you can't fool around
Where there's no such thing as friends or trust
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
World has taught me to be like this,
Hustlin', cops after me
Jumped over the school's wall, running after kites
Have a chat, scratching my dick
Stoning and killing cats
Slashing the neighbours' trash
Too much trouble for a little boy
It's fun to mess around, do what's forbidden
Rocks on the rooftop, ganster playthings
Wooden shotguns
Good guy, bad guy
Gangster since I was little, running after my enemies
Was the cheekiest on my street, craziest one
Angry manners, sassy face
Hated school, classes or educational facilities
Hand me back my pellets
Murderer lad playthings,
A lot of times my mother has called me a devil
I'm the type of guy that can't live without trouble
After hearing my name spoken several times, I answer to the call
Late night, we be around, pure poison
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
World has taught me to be like this,
Hustlin', cops after me
Learnt how to be smart,
Learnt how to be sly,
Among hustlers, smoke around
Grew up in a ghetto where you can't fool around
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
Spent childhood in Caje (young delinquency center), messed around
Running from the crime scene, that's when we get caught
Getting used to the tortures is always hard
Work demands too much
Robbing is my addiction
At home we got no plasma or LCD
There's a lanhouse with several PCs over there
My world has taught me like this
Hustlin', cops after me
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
I'd like to change, I'd like to change
World has taught me to be like this,
Hustlin', cops after me
This world has taught me how to steal
This world has taught me how to kill
This world has taught me to live in a way you can't change
I'd like to live in peace
I'd like to be someone someday
Sadly you can't always have what you wish for
A wealthy black man, only one in a hundred
I only know the wrong way, learnt how to be like this
Who goes through this path soon finds its end
Poor and without a job, no info, everything costs a lot
They closed me the doors
Stealing is my job
I'd like to have a sports car, a tuned one
But to have one like that, only if I were a big boss
Or had a channel on a bank agency
Or kidnapped a rich kid from a millionaire mother
You can't think honestly
Never could, never will
Because the ones who run this country, they have also learny how to steal
I rob at gunpoint
They steal with deceival
They call me a gangster, I call them 'sir'