Kery James - J'suis pas un héro (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Just like those who carry too much truth at the tip of their lips
I know that only my death will make me famous
I’m a black poet, adversity is my sap
I hope to say “goodbye” to you with my hand on the sword
My hand on the sword, I stayed at the war front
I didn’t sell my revolution to the highest bidder
Success gave me a foot job, fortune winked it’s eye at me
But for that, it was required that I throw away my integrity in a coffin
I refused, I did it for me, it’s true
But I also did it for you, I did it for us
I made a choice, I know the price
Like every soldier on the front line, I’m taking blows
I’m not a hero, no
If only you knew at what point for me your hopes are heavy to carry
Don’t ask me for anything more, struggling tired me
Don’t defend the man but defend the ideas
Cause I’m not a hero
I get scared in front of the canons
I chose a cause and I’m defending it like Frantz Fanon
I’m trying to stay brave, whether they love or hate me
I found this dark melody in the chrysanthemum gardens

Chorus :
I’m not a hero, but I’m fighting
I say out loud what everyone thinks deep down
Don’t believe the newspapers, they don’t know me
The clichés in their comments don’t reflect who I am
I’m not a hero, but I’m fighting
I say out loud what everyone thinks deep down
Don’t believe the newspapers, they don’t know me
The clichés in their comments don’t reflect who I am
I’m not a hero, I’m not a hero
I’m not a hero, I’m not a hero
I’m not a hero

2nd verse :
They’ll tell you that I’m excessive
They’ll describe me as an impulsive person
The truth is that I’m decided
And that I’m ready to lose everything while fighting for my ideas
In this world where ignorance got us accustomed to lies
I’m not surprised that telling the truth bothers them
I write raw, they’ll lynch me in cold blood
For daring to speak in the name of the voiceless
Lawless, they’ll label us as “communitarians”
Because I pointed out their totalitarian democraty
Sensible and sincere, my writings are universal
As far as their humanism goes, it is only circumstantial
Whte people defended me, when certain Blacks threw dirt on my name
Black people defended me, when certain Whites betrayed me
My daughters are mixed, because love has no color
I found this sad melody in the garden of the broken hearts