KERY JAMES – Douleur ébène (English lyrics)

Chorus(x2)
Black pain, my history is made of colors and suffering
My struggles aren’t over yet
I’m waiting, just like you, for the light to go off
For death to grab me, for death to take me
I lived my life in the shadows of my black pain

1st verse :
Immigrant, no matter what I do, I’ll never fit in
Black is my color, and not only at the surface
As soon as I heal one wound, another one replaces it
I’m out of air, I’m lacking space
Like a gangster, trapped in the security vestibule
All of my adversaries, I can take them on
Everyday is a war, a promised threat
My continent is shaped like a gun
These tears don’t dry, they’re unrestrained
Africa pukes out oil, spits out diamonds
Why do you think that it’s ground is being reddened by the blood ?
The only thing I have for Guerlain, is a whip and a stick
I’m an African, that has no boss
Suffering attracts me, like a magnet
Like a future martyr, I rarely smile

Chorus(x2)
Black pain, my history is made of colors and suffering
My struggles aren’t over yet
I’m waiting, just like you, for the light to go off
For death to grab me, for death to take me
I lived my life in the shadows of my black pain

2nd verse :
I’m often in a grim mood
I’m sleepless, I’m having dark thoughts
My heart is caving in, I’m feeling down
I’m naturally frank, I have a dark sense of humor
My thoughts are dark like a moon-less night
Even at the seaside I feel bitter
The sun is shining, yet I’m walking in the mist
I’m lurking around my town waiting for someone to smoke me
And nothing surprises me anymore, like a nigga that lives at Ferguson
My life sways back and fourth between shadows and light
I’m dark skinned, I still see things clear

Chorus(x2)
Black pain, my history is made of colors and suffering
My struggles aren’t over yet
I’m waiting, just like you, for the light to go off
For death to grab me, for death to take me
I lived my life in the shadows of my black pain

Outro (x4)
I’m often in a grim mood
I’m make rap but I have the blues…

Choirs :
My history is made of colors and suffering
My struggles aren’t over yet
Black pain, my history is made of colors and suffering
Black pain, My struggles aren’t over yet
Black pain…