LEARN LYRICS

Rappers and slammers

Write our language wonderfully

I gotta say, the leader of it all

The one who comes out on top is Kery James

And you're gonna hear him

Pay special attention to the lyrics

How beautiful it is

And how French it is

I blacken blank pages

With ebony ink

With the ink of my sorrows

I shout myself hoarse in the raging wind

My words take off

Like drifting clouds

I'm killed every day

In Molière's tongue

I strike back each blow

In Césaire's tongue

Black poet, I sing my loneliness

I dress hopes that dawn strips bare

I draw on dead leaves

In autumn colors

My poetry's born where summer falls asleep

When winter hums

Since writing's daring

I dare without half-measures

I have purple memories

Enough to make the sky blush

I come from endless cement towers

A graveyard of illusions

Where desires hide away

When tomorrows

Don't even promise anything anymore

Dying at twenty

Might seem romantic to you

Dragging through the day, I saw night born

We long believed living

Was killing boredom

Equality, I thought I saw her in silhouette

That night when poverty

Aimed a gun at my head

I blacken blank pages

With ebony ink

With the ink of my sorrows

I shout myself hoarse in the raging wind

My words take off

Like drifting clouds

I'm killed every day

In Molière's tongue

I strike back each blow

In Césaire's tongue

Black poet, I sing my loneliness

I dress hopes that dawn strips bare

Judged by my skin, I write on instinct

I open my arms to the world

But only sorrow holds me

So, forced smile

I'll never be French

Here, the colonists' sons are scared

Of being greatly replaced

My days will fade at sunrise

They'll wage it without me

Éric Zemmour's civil war

Fear of difference or health panic

Masked sheep

Think dictatorship's a relief

I live a bohemian life

I free myself through letters

I don't wait to be loved

I demand respect

Every instant I die

I'm not much

Can we make the world better

By sowing prose petals?

With ebony ink

With the ink of my sorrows

I shout myself hoarse in the raging wind

My words take off

Like drifting clouds

I'm killed every day

In Molière's tongue

I strike back each blow

In Césaire's tongue

Black poet, I sing my loneliness

I dress hopes that dawn strips bare

Black, black, black

I'm often in a

Black mood

I have

Black thoughts

Sometimes I see

Everything in black

My poetry is

Black mood

I'm often in a

Black, black, black, black

I have

Black, black, black, black

Sometimes I see

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black

My poetry is

Black mood