[Hook]

It's a sign of the Ages…

[20syl]

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

[Stro The 89th Key]

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

[Mr. J]

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 tear him of the wall

And shed a tear for the King who

Held a mirror to us all

[Hook]

It's a sign of the Ages…

[Stro The 89th Key]

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

[Mr. J]

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

[20syl]

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

[Hook]

It's a sign of the Ages…

[Mr. J]

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

[Stro The 89th Key]

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

[20syl]

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