Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Signes des temps, artist - Hocus Pocus. Album song 16 pièces, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2011
Record label: On And On
Song language: English
Signes des temps |
Il rêve d’avoir un toit, d’avoir un chez soi |
Et même avec un taf, il n’a pas de quoi |
Une location coûte un bras, les banques de l’Etat ne l’calculent pas |
Ça lui laisse peu de choix, il est sponsorisé par Quechua |
She never liked her mother Young with an older brother |
Ain’t spoken since one of his boys found naked pictures of her |
Undercover in sets and what lies beneath |
Isn’t love, it’s the artificial company she keeps |
We saw him walk across the moon |
With a hand full of stars |
We felt the loss in June |
And knew the man had many scars |
From how we hung him in our rooms |
Now we tare him of the wall |
And shed a tear for the King who |
Held a mirror to us all |
It’s a sign of the Ages |
18 and life to go, family life comfortable |
Grew up a scholar, a common to make the honor roll |
Good life a little slow, he went out of the dough |
Then did a job but it robbed him freedom though |
Torn from our mother |
Burdened by forefathers |
Burning the same cross |
They learned had bore Martyrs |
We heard it before, charters |
The words of Magna Carta |
The heart of a city froze |
For those who had it harder |
Il a le regard vide, le néant dans la tête |
Et pour seule famille son AK-47 |
Une machette, sur les mains le sang de ses ancêtres |
Un uniforme trop grand pour ses 130 cm |
It’s a sign of the Ages |
She’s got a Nip Tuck lips puckered up |
Here’s a spit cup |
Snip cut stitching you up |
All for a lift up |
Pin back chin all waxed |
Now there’s no syntax |
It’s all Botox |
She wanna be a star, face on the television |
She ain’t making the band, survivor is holding auditions |
Donald needs an apprentice, Flavor just must choose her |
Glutton for little fame, you need a diet biggest loser |
Elle est loin l'époque de ton premier Amiga; |
Aujourd’hui, ta culture musicale se compte en giga |
Repose en paix, le CD est décédé |
T’inquiète ! |
J’dédicacerai ta clef USB |