Muslim - The Streets | English Version Music Video 2025 | مـسـلـم ـ الـزّنـقـة

Описание: Step into the raw unfiltered world of Muslim's iconic track "The Streets" with the official music video. This is not just a song it's a cinematic anthem and a powerful journey into the heart of Moroccan street life exploring the core principles of honor struggle and survival.

Immerse yourself in a narrative where the 'Zanka' itself is a character a harsh teacher and a brutal judge. With his signature conscious rap Muslim paints a vivid picture of a generation forged in hardship where loyalty is paramount and resilience is the only way forward. This masterpiece captures the raw energy of the streets standing as a timeless pillar of Moroccan hip hop and a story that resonates universally.

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🎵 Work Details 🎵
This is the official music video for "Zanka" by the legendary Moroccan artist Muslim. Our goal is to honor the original while sharing its powerful story with a wider audience.
The original song: Zanka - Muslim
👇 Watch the original work on Muslim's official channel:
   • Muslim - Zan9a (Clip officiel)  | مـسـلـم ...  
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— Lyrics —

Let's not talk about childhood.
Because we only remember manhood's code.
We were born, raised, and grew up in the street that was always our compass.
It taught us a lot. even though it was a monster.
The street is lazy when it comes to mercy.
We were forged and we rose up flying. even though in school we just looked like failures.

Our parents were just weak.
They were content with what's lawful, for they were righteous.
They let the world run on its own. they knew it was just a fable.
Why did we get so attached to it.
The street answered us, for it sees all.
Our time is not like theirs. they weren't afraid of poverty.

Look how time has changed.
Look how people have been debased.
Look at this era. that makes a tear fall for the sake of a man.
Madness, prison, the burden. you have to think of the fourth, it'll drive you insane.
Figure out for yourself how to make it in the street. and don't let any punk act tough.

The street has its own laws.
Trust is in the wall, or else within us.
And if you see me making it. it's because of my gentle mother's blessing.
Paper rules this city.
The oppressors will come down on us.
And the arm that doesn't earn its keep is no friend of mine. at all.
And we're done.

Our life. is just a lie.
It passed. in a flash.
Our hearts. are in ruins.
Because of hunger. that son of a bi*ch.
Our life. is just a lie.
It passed. in a flash.
Our hearts. are in ruins.
Because of poverty. that son of a bi*ch.

The street taught me not to betray.
I don't have trust in everyone.
I'd die for my friend, and if he turns out to be a punk, I take him out and don't look back.
The street taught me not to be afraid.
Wherever my bread comes from, I'll go.
This is yours, this is mine, I owe you nothing, you owe me nothing, so our dinner doesn't end up in my stomach.

The friends who turned into traitors.
The street will make them cry for it.
They talk about crime and the night. show me where they are, there isn't even a fly.
You're either against us or with us. and for me, it's all the same.
And the world, let it spin and sway and sing like a drunkard.

Men die by betrayal. cowards slaughter with oppression.
We laugh and cry from the heart, we're not hypocrites, we don't know a fake smile.
We don't get attached over a friendship. money changes people's faces.
Burn after burn, we learned to grind, we became experts in dealing with punks.

We drank poison from its chest. the street, my barren mother.
It shows no mercy to any wretched soul. it'll bury him with his spirit if he falls into his grave.
Our hearts became like stone. we only see with red eyes.
We play against the world trying to win, even though it has always been a losing game.

Our life. is just a lie.
It passed. in a flash.
Our hearts. are in ruins.
Because of hunger. that son of a bi*ch.
Our life. is just a lie.
It passed. in a flash.
Our hearts. are in ruins.
Because of poverty. that son of a bi*ch.

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