Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence won't you come out to play Look around round round Dear Prudence open up your eyes Dear Prudence

C'est le prince Dadj, Dadju J'vais vous raconter un peu l'histoire de l'album C'est un album assez personnel et général en même temps J'vais vous raconter plusieurs histoires dans l'album Y'en a qui me concernent, d'autres non J'vais vous laisser deviner

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

Someone wake me I've become my darkest fear Nude and violated I raped the life from her body Lying dead the insects bite her pale skin My marks of torture Left on my daughter Body badly beaten My ropes and chains

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. You were only waiting for this moment to arise Take these

Blame it on my youth. If I cried a little bit When first I learned the truth, Don't blame it on my heart, If I expected love when first we kissed, If only for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three, You meant more than anything,

Envole-moi, envole-moi, envole-moi Loin de cette fatalité qui colle à ma peau Envole-moi, envole-moi Remplis ma tête d'autres horizons, d'autres mots Minuit se lève en haut des tours Les voix se taisent et tout devient aveugle et sourd La nuit camoufle

Your life serving daughter Be scared of living There's hope in the air There's hope in the water There is a man that I know For seventeen years he never spoke Guess he had nothing to say He opened his mouth on judgment day I listened with all of my might

Life (life) I got life, mother I got laughs, sister I got freedom, brother I got good times, man I got crazy ways, daughter I got million-dollar charm, cousin I got headaches and toothaches And bad times too

These four walls of Farnworth Are closin' in on me \"Get me out of here\" I see the preacher's eyes As my daughter cries For livin' my life this way Tonight I ride the lightning To my final restin' place My final meal's over