Laisse pas trainer ton fils [English translation]

[Verse 1 - Kool Shen]

At the dawn of the year 2000

For the youth it's the same deal

For one it drags, just as for one it flies by

Straight on, anyway there is more work

We've come full circle, the system has it's head under water

And the youth are drunk, corrupted underneath the silence

The only exit is the street even when it's covered in blood

It's not a worry for those who are prepared, if that's possible

Some of them will even come out of it better

But for the others, it's clear, this won't be easy

You mustn't bury your head in the sand, it's not enough to sell drugs

You must hold your ground for the future

Make sure your people are fine

Avoid getting stabbed

So as to keep yourself unharmed

Solid team, united, listen to the scanner* to keep in touch

Or decide to move around, avoid the red zones, and

Above all never take time off

Is this what you want for your son?

Is that how you want him to grow up?

I have no advice to give, but if you don't want him to slip away

Look here, when he speaks, listen to him!

Don't let him look elsewhere, love should be there in

your eyes

[Refrain - Kool Shen & Angie Cazaux-Berthias]

Don't drag your son down^

If you don't want him to slip

It brings you back to vice

Don't drag your son down

If you don't want him to slip

[Verse 2 - Joey Starr]

Bitch, he's telling me: I never asked for you!

It's with these words, too drunk, well you have to believe

My dad helped link me to the street

I had the illusion of finding better, I saw

That a kid of fourteen years, with the difference of age

Can catch a glimpse, it was like a mirage

More than forbidden, just to aim high enough

To live life to the fullest, to enjoy everything that comes

The street was able to take hold of me because it made me confident

Something which with my dad was like a problem

Neither of us wanted to patch things up

Every attempt showed us that we really had too much ego

My father wasn't a singer, he loved the dirty songs

Especially those which strike like a knife in the chest

Thinking to play it cool, he didn't hope, didn't even try

Putting aside that fucking pride which cut the family ties

Every day a bit more

I had no impression that I was more valued than a used car

So I had to give up, find my own accomplices

My partners in creeping

Sorry if I'm interfeing

[Refrain]

[Couplet 3 - Kool Shen]

What did you want your son to learn on the street?

What virtues did you believe you learn there?

You haven't seen how it stinks outside

But what does death smell like?

When you breathe it, mate, you're like a stillborn

You end up limited

By going round in circles

Your brain fails you, then gets mad

And it's really not good when you lose control

When in the eyes of others, you play your role better and better

Your role of "hooligan", just don't

You tell yourself: "Here you're part of a street family"

It's crazy but it's like that

Know that down here, more than anywhere else, survival is a battle

Based on dirty tricks, hitting with your stick

Dodging the "BANG!", the fucking fights

Don't drag your son down

If you don't want him to slip

It brings you back to vice

Don't drag your son down

[Refrain - Kool Shen]