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TL, lycĂŠe Saint-Vincent

Celebrity’s song I was born in a modest family Injustice and war are things that I hate I grew up in the fields To repeat the same gestures To earn some money For me misery is indigestible I did not know my father, he was a captain He came from England, the land is not mine But my passion is not there, soon I leave my house I tenderly embrace my mother who has done so much for me Where I go I do not know, but God guides my steps And I feel, somewhere, someone to share So many feelings jostle in my heart That throbs and grows overwhelming fear Life hurts, I fear for my brothers and sisters I wish good but evil bigwigs I want to play the voice and become a singer Generate joy before that hope never dies I'm 16, I work I go bravely I go out with my mates first 45 May the force be with me, straightforward way People hear me, anyway I will do everything to

I grew up in my ghetto modest My name is Nesta, and nobody tests I believe in music, the importance of texts

I attack with my songs I detect through I do not like disco, I flee like the plague My sound is the Roots I even mass balance Some galleys but the pieces keep coming In my country farmers wormy raged This is the crumbs I pick, even if it hurts me I do not win the masses, but what I give myself Otherwise I love football, since I'm crazy small ball I like to hit the ball solid ball and I train wherever I go The weed is good for me, and even she relieves It helps me to forget that dogs put us in a cage Here I am as I am, as I intend to drill I wiped the failures, the legend began

I'm 30, my songs resonate The world knows my name But kidding me alone, I'm working on the album I am a powerful man now call me Bob I'm a star but I’m still modest I'm not returning my style jacket Child of the people I was born, I remain I have never been influenced by western lands I love the women who accompany me, inspire my writing I give the sweetness of the words with the power of writing I wear big hats, I love weed when it is pure I do not abuse the money, just some nice cars In concert, amazing as the crowds raged

Dates and unforgettable tours that keep coming Wherever I go, to create human tide My message is not secret, every day I walk

I ‘ve finally found my father, he lives in Ethiopia I ‘ve also found my land, which saw the birth of life Eyes on the world, I weave my philosophy Persons in the world ever having read will never forget Unfortunately, the political situation is tense With the elections approaching, the young shoot in the street I know that all my brothers kill each other It sickens me so much blood for two corrupt men And it was my turn, when these fools enter my yard in broad daylight And tap on their gates as deaf Marley murdered by two crazy and cracked No that's the movie, forgive your gun sealed The concert will be held and the fight continues Since the ball has not taken away the hope of my sight I still have things to say, more things to do This is not the time to die, this is not the way There are people who rely on me and I rely on people Intelligent people, it is the most disturbing It is with them, and welded solid as welding that until the last breath we will counter the blows

One day I will leave my job but

Natural Mystic, man, are things that explain Why me, I felt the need to do this why this attraction, so I weighed this weight But then, one morning, fate made the smart Takes me by surprise and I inject venom Feet hurt, I'm tired, but want to turn the turners Here we go, if I die, I want to sing Already 36 years that I landed on this earth 1981 marks the end of my era Today, I am 60 and dust But hey, I ‘ve succeeded and I am proud.

He lives with his brothers, his dog and his cat But he might feel better with bats.

Anyone can understand What happens in his brain.

Vampires, scarecrows and other monsters Are these he calls ÂŤ friends Âť.

One person's crazyness is another person's reality.

That's why knowing that the darkness is not inside him is Helena's felicity.

Beetlejuice, Corpse Brigde, Edward Scissorhands Are the product of his own hands.

And even if Sweeney Todd and his shaver are scary, We can find the security in the Chocolate Factory.

One person's crazyness is another person's reality That's why knowing that the darkness is not inside him is Helena's felicity.

But it is only a Nigthmare Before Christmas.

A Strange Song

You were owned and praised a lot Your master always came in hand, a hot Lasagne, it is your favourite food You never change your mood Always lazy, always fat, you aim for little Just to be in the middle Of their lives Chorus: Fatty, fatty cat Morning is not your best You need some coffee and some rest Snacks or a feast Damn, you just love to eat John love you and he was a pushover You knew he was head over That cute little vet But when he came home, and you met This joyful and active doggie Named Oddie You tried to throw it out That was beyond any doubt That you didn’t like him at all But in the end after all He became your best Buddy Chorus.

Because of Oddie, you despised Dr Liz She was being such a tease Though when she learned to know you and you to know her And that you like her Had someone in common Oddie and John You decided she was worth being near you Bridge: Give me some coffee Why not, give me some Lasagne

I don’t ask for a friend I just want a nap Give the comics Or I shall make you life hell Chorus (x2)