: Ooooooooooouh ouh ouh yeah yeah yeah Tu marches dans la rue, fiere et rebelle, Le regard eperdu vers l'essentiel, oh oh On ne sent pas la misere
making your way across the room. You leave a wake of tongues still waving after you. And it isn't no coincidence where you finally choose to stand. I guess soon you will
bwoy have gyal a tun inna stew A gwan like a screw dem a screw Roooo... Dem livin cah man will murda dem and dem crew Because... [Chorus:] Soon you will
