When there’s nothing left to say, when I feel like all these trash talking people took me down and everybody is against me, I still got this little man. In his eyes I’m always a hero, always an exemple and I try to be the good one…
I hope you feel it in my music…
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Quand il n’y a plus rien à dire, quand j’ai l’impression que tous ces mal parlants m’ont enterré, il me reste ce petit homme. Dans ses yeux je suis toujours un hero, toujours un example et j’essaye d’etre le bon…
J’espere que ca se ressent dans ma musique…
It often seems contrived when people speak about the wonder and beauty of children-almost like it’s the “in” thing to say. But for once we’re all right- children are truly the reason why we remember what it is to be human. They remind us of pure unadulterated goodness. You’re so blessed to have this gift and it’s wonderful to see your appreciation for this miracle.
oh my God look at all that space! i’m sure ur son is just running crazy in kinshasa. a privilege many european kids don’t have and will never get. he’s grown so big………..
M: Thanx a lot for your comment… Yes, the great thing about our children is they’ll never be fashion, just love and that’s the miracle about it…
ngum: Yes, he’s really lucky and he had a great time over there, just like his father had back in the days… Space to express oneself…
kids are the most beautiful thing in this life…….u r his hero……and thats true…..good luck………we support yall……..
I realise, like you, the one thing i’ve done right in this god awful world is bring three lovely boys into it… i hope they can change it into a better place…
Hope our boys make it the right world, and not mess up with chicks too much ha ha