Enfants du ghetto - Pit Baccardi, Jacky

Ghetto, enfants du ghetto

J’te parle pas du Bronx ni de Soweto

Ghetto, enfants du ghetto

Les poings se l?

vent pendant que j’fais vibrer la dance-hall

Ghetto, enfants du ghetto

J’te parle pas du Bronx ni de Soweto

Ghetto, enfants du ghetto

Mais de nos banlieues o?

la merde colle?

la peau

Pit Bacardi

J’vois la rue comme un champ de mines

Des noirs et des beurs qui tombent

Et s’noient dans des bains de sang, la routine

J’imagine la fin du film, des m?

res en sanglots,

Des?

meutes dans tous les angles, je chante l’espoir sur la platine

C’est la crise qui tue tant d’hommes,

Et les flics ont bousill?

tant d’ames,

Ce qui va se passer est class?

hors norme

Le ghetto veut vivre libre, on est mal barr?

Faudrait il stopper avec cette utopie?

Moi j’y crois et je donne la force,

Un brin d’espoir dans un zeste de m?

lancolie

J’suis un mec du peuple, j’connais les causes de ces voitures en feu

Les raisons de ces?

meutes,

Et de ces r?

voltes face aux agents, cette abondance d’illicite

Et j’peux te dire que peu de dealers ou de braqueurs s’en f?

licitent

C’est tout ce qu’il y a comme solution,

On veut tous briller, n?

gro, mais?

quel prix?

Jacky Brown

On m’a donn?

la parole, donc laisser moi chanter

M’exprimer au nom des enfants des cit?

s La voix du ghetto j’me suis proclam?

La voix d’un milieu d?

favoris?

Ghetto, enfants du ghetto

J’te parle pas du Bronx ni de Soweto

Ghetto, enfants du ghetto

Mais de nos banlieues o?

la merde colle?

la peau

Le mal de vivre reste permanent

Trouver les r?

solutions devient imminent

Et je m’demande encore combien de temps

Avant que ne r?

agisse ce putain de gouvernement

Ca crame et le feu ne fait que s’attiser

Ca d?

g?n?re, vous?

tiez avis?

s A qui la faute si tout part en couilles?

Vous ramasserez les corps au c?

t?

des douilles

Pit Baccardi & Jacky Brown

Que les p?

res et les m?

res du ghetto gardent espoir

J’viens d’prendre en conscience qu'?

nous sera la victoire

On a assez souffert dans ces cit?

s dortoirs

L’heure de gloire est proche, bient?

t la fin du cauchemar

Le ghetto pleure mais il n’est jamais trop tard

Dans les blocs ca fume et ca cogite les mecs se couchent tard

Les flics circulent, les ombres s’effacent dans le blizzard

Quand ca va p?

ter, faudra pas dire «c'est bizarre»

Ghetto, enfants du ghetto

On vient tendre la perche?

ceux qui veulent s'?lancer

Ghetto, enfants du ghetto

On fait chanter, danser les d?

senchant?s

Le poids des maux brise les murs du son

Pour une?

vasion de nos tours de b?

tons

Des bas-fonds, des voix s'?l?vent,

Des bras se l?

vent, des poings se ferment

?

nous la victoire!

Ghetto, children of the ghetto

I'm not talking about the Bronx or Soweto

Ghetto, children of the ghetto

The fists

wind while I rock the dance hall

Ghetto, children of the ghetto

I'm not talking about the Bronx or Soweto

Ghetto, children of the ghetto

But of our suburbs where?

shit sticks?

the skin

Pit Bacardi

I see the street like a minefield

Blacks and Arabs falling

And drown in baths of blood, the routine

I imagine the end of the film, m?

are in tears,

Of the?

packs in every angle, I sing hope on the turntable

It's the crisis that kills so many men,

And the cops screwed up?

so many souls,

What's going to happen is class?

extraordinary

The ghetto wants to live free, are we in trouble?

Should we stop with this utopia?

I believe in it and I give strength,

A bit of hope in a zest of m?

lancholia

I'm a people man, I know the causes of these cars on fire

The reasons for these?

packs,

And of these r?

about the agents, this abundance of illicit

And can I tell you that few dealers or robbers care?

licit

That's all there is to it,

We all want to shine, right?

big, but?

what price?

Jacky Brown

I was given?

the floor, so let me sing

Speak on behalf of the children of the cit?

s The voice of the ghetto I proclaimed myself?

The voice of a middle d?

favourites?

Ghetto, children of the ghetto

I'm not talking about the Bronx or Soweto

Ghetto, children of the ghetto

But of our suburbs where?

shit sticks?

the skin

The pain of living remains permanent

Find the r?

solutions become imminent

And I still wonder how long

Before that do r?

act this fucking government

It's burning and the fire is only getting worse

It's d?

generates, you?

do you think?

s Whose fault is it all going to hell?

You will pick up the bodies at the heart?

you

casings

Pit Baccardi & Jacky Brown

That the p?

res and m?

ghetto dwellers hold on to hope

I just realized that?

we will be the victory

Have we suffered enough in these cities?

s dormitories

The hour of glory is near, soon?

t the end of the nightmare

The ghetto cries but it's never too late

In the blocks it smokes and it cogitates the guys go to bed late

The cops are driving, the shadows are fading in the blizzard

When are you okay?

ter, shouldn't say "it's weird"

Ghetto, children of the ghetto

Are we coming to reach out?

those who want to start

Ghetto, children of the ghetto

We make sing, dance the d?

feeling?s

The weight of evil breaks the walls of sound

For a?

escape from our towers of b?

tones

From the shallows, voices rise,

Arms

wind, fists clenched

?

we victory!