I don't have any money yet I live with joy That's the situation and through my music i prove my existence In this life, I fell but I keep getting up For whoever is listening, I've been fighting since my father was in jail Everyday, I try to be On the mic, without any income Whatever i say, it just proves that I am A survivor in this materialist world I'm still a kid, but not a normal one I'm walking through life and telling it to carry on Life, carry on! Life, carry on! I'm walking through Hadar Street Every two steps I check my belongings People without a home Every two steps someone asks me for money Walking and enjoying my silence People talking all at once It's overwhelming, so I put my headphones on As I walk faster towards my apartment The humidity slows me down If I'd stayed abroad, I might have found an opportunity that fits me Without going out of my way I stay who I am, everytime I wake up In this land far away from my home and worries So Life, carry on! Life, carry on! Life, carry on!