OK GUYS LISTEN UP
Today I was thinking how GOOD the lyrics of Fonky Family are... These guys are right from the appartment projects in Marseille, the city in the south of france where I come from... I actually grew up in the same areas as these guys..

MAN ok so tonight I've decided to spend some time and translate one of their best songs...

SO here it is... I hope you read it carefully and appreciate the time spent on translating all this from scratch!

Keep in mind that its translated,a nd thus it may not "rhyme". But you'll probably appreciate the QUALITY and the DEEPNESS of those lyrics...

.... for sure millions of years beyond all the stuff I hear on TV here... These guys are REAL and their whole album "si dieu le veut" from 1997 was full of emotions and real life stuff.

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band: FONKY FAMILY
song: "cherche pas a comprendre" (dont even try to understand...)
album: "si dieu le veut" (if god wants)

In life,
Don't even try to understand...
you must see this... live it
the young guys will surprise you
we have lots of vices to resell
and money to get
the state is ****ing us
and you know it.. we will defend ourselves

Don't even try to understand...
I say what I live, and what I see
Its not just unwillingness
taking you away from the good path
God knows that down here
we don't always have the choice
In my head it's a storm
even if there is no rain
I followed the right path
I don't need to be congratulated for that
The misfortune is never far
Destiny hasn't blessed my people
Night is falling
The feeling to be alone in the world
Tonight the jackal wanders
like a dog
between two squads of cops
The sidewalk is desert
appart from the bums on the floor
along the walls,
cartons, blankets
Times are hard
Next to me I see Mercedes
And Z3 passing by
There is money
The thing is to know where
and how to take it
We are hungry enough we could eat stones
Our heart is full of tears, brother…
Don’t even try to understand…


REFRAIN
Catapulted in this world
Where rage is in fashion
Gunpoint, weird plans…
The young guys want to make money
In the streets there are battles
Where a guy and his death
Are worse than death itself
Drug stories?
For my brothers, it will be tragic
They should maybe turn on the alarm
Kids have nothing left
Gotta burn trees
Tomorrow will they have guns?
It’s rage my brother…
Life has a bitter taste
Always watch your back
… or you will end up in deep ****
in the streets, only cowards hitting you
nothing to do anymore
nothing to lose…
jail is not hell anymore


kid you are full of dreams, of illusions
then, all the **** at home
wakes you up
this is how we are in life
we don’t always do what we want
too much unfairness
kids of illegality
we make it thru as much as we can
At school they do all they can
To make you drop everything
They say there is no way out
No job available
We put all of ourselves for the Hip Hop
We try to stay away from the traffics
That close, brother…
The cops run around
Frankly, I have nothing on my conscience
But knowing that some buddies could fall
Hurts my heart just thinking about it
Danger doesn’t come from us…
We are considered
On the wrong side
What can you do?
With a little brother, a mom
Who can’t work anymore
It’s clear, by any way
You gotta bring money home
I don’t need to give more details…
I am not trying to make us look like saints
We are as we are
Since we were born
It is not over
Guys leave
Others come in the loop
Among them
only a few get old
happy and rich
I pray
For the situation to get better
For us to meet again later, outside
Rolling on gold
Without erasing the past
I guarantee that even rich
I will never forget where I come from
Hey is that understood?
Never in the world we will forget where we came from.


Hey
There are the laws, the streets
And the laws of the streets
The necessities, constraints
Fascist and angry cops
Hidden drugs
Violent investigations
Racial insults
… in brief: ruined nights
I just give my vision of the facts…
Seen from the inside
Don’t get scared
If you don’t understand
Come, you need to see for yourself


(…)
Some buddies end up in jail
Why? Well, the money
Non, it’s worse
Sometimes the cops
Just need something to munch on
The cities of the FN (racist political party in france) profit from it
The bad cops
Hammer down all the weed smokers
And let those who rape kids run
Too much crap
In the country almost finished
If I seem grotesque or nuts
I don’t give up
Our families always fought
On the ground
The state only sees its interest
And the young guys become godfathers
There are real and there are fake ones…
I speak about the nut ones, let’s be serious
Killing a human being? … pffff...curious.
(…)