Kery James. Douleur ébène

Kery James. Douleur ébène
Ebony pain, my story is made of color and pain,
I am not at the end of my chains
Just like you, I am waiting for the lights to turn off
For death to hug me, for death to take me
I have lived in the shadows of my ebony sorrows (2)

Whatever I do, I will always be a foreigner, I will never be accepted
Black is my color and not just on the surface
I heal from one pain, another one replaces it
I need air, I need space
Like a gangster, stuck in the airlock
I can face my opponents
Everyday is a war zone, the promise of a threat
My continent is shaped like a Pouchka (a gun)
These tears do not dry out incontinent
It vomits oil, spits diamonds
Why do you think its soil is red with blood?
For Guerlain (Racist billionaire former head of Guerlain perfumes)
I have nothing but a whip and a stick
I am an African who has no boss
Sorrow attracts me like a magnet
Like a future martyr, I rarely smile

Ebony pain, my story is made of color and pain,
I am not at the end of my chains
Just like you, I am waiting for the lights to turn off
For death to hug me, for death to take me
I have lived in the shadows of my ebony sorrows (2)

I am often in a black mood 
I have white nights (= sleepless nights)
I have dark thoughts
My heart gives out, I feel despondent
To be frank, black humor is my thing 
My thoughts are dark like a moonless night
Even by the sea, I feel bitter
The sun is shining, yet am surrounded by fog
I walk around the city waiting to be killed
Nothing surprises me anymore, like a black guy in Ferguson
My life staggers between shadow and light
My skin is dark, yet I can clearly see what’s going on

Ebony pain, my story is made of color and pain,
I am not at the end of my chains
Just like you, I am waiting for the lights to turn off
For death to hug me, for death to take me
I have lived in the shadows of my ebony sorrows (2)


I am often in a black mood
I rap buy I have the blues
I am often in a black mood
I rap buy I have the blues
I am often in a black mood
I rap buy I have the blues
I am often in a black mood
I rap buy I have the blues


My story is made of color and pain
I am not at the end of my chains
My story is made of color and pain
I am not at the end of my chains
Ebony pain …