Song Description
The life of a deicated artist who has no recognition nor success is usully vewed as wasted or a looser by society and people around him due to his struggle to be able to get by everyday.
| Song Length |
4:26 |
Genre |
World - Reggae/Caribbean, Pop - General |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Pleasant |
Subject |
You, Yours |
| Similar Artists |
Ziggy Marley, Toots & The Maytals |
Language |
French |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Le petit a raté sa vie
Le petit, le petit
Le petit a raté sa vie
Le petit, le petit
Il a tout bafoué yeah
Il a tout balancé yeah
Il a tout laissé tomber
Pour suivre un rêve isolé
Le voila qui court les rues
Etranger rastaman meconnue
Il est malmené
He is having a hard time now for sure
Il est confus.
He is confused for sure
Never has no money
Il n'a point un rond for sure
That boy is gone the wrong way
The wrong direction for sure
Oh Lord knows
Only Lord knows
If that boy is gone wrong
If that boy is gone gone wrong
Le petit a raté sa vie
Le petit, le petit
Le petit a raté sa vie
Le petit, le petit
Il est malmené
He is having a hard time now for sure
Il est confus.
He is confused for sure
Never has no money
Il n'a point un rond for sure
That boy is gone the wrong way
The wrong direction for sure
Oh Lord knows
Only Lord knows
If that boy is gone wrong
If that boy is gone gone wrong
Le petit a raté sa vie
Le petit, le petit
Le petit a raté sa vie
Le petit, le petit
Dem a talking, talking, talking
All the time
Judging, judging, judging
All the time
Cursing, cursing, cursing
All the time
Oh Lord, dem a go repent I say
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
And I say.......
Like a prodigal son
I won't be back without
Prooving you wrong
Of its freedom that teach me
And lead me to rule my destiny
I rule my destiny
I rule my destinty...