health | March 17, 2026

Kery James La Parole Lyrics English Translation

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Letter to the Republic

To all these racists with hypocritical tolerance

Who built their nation on blood

Now they set themselves up as lesson givers

Plunderers of wealth, killers of Africans

Colonizers, torturers of Algerians

This colonial past is yours

You are the one who chose to link your story to ours

Now you have to assume

The smell of blood follows you even if you wear perfume

We Arabs and Blacks

We are not here by chance

Every arrival has its departure!

You wanted immigration

Thanks to her you gorged yourself to the point of indigestion

I believe that France has never given charity

Immigrants are just cheap labor

Keep your republican illusion to yourself

Sweet France flouted by African immigration

Ask the Senegalese riflemen and harkis

Who took advantage of who?

The Republic is only innocent in your dreams

And you only have white hands from your lies

We Arabs and Blacks

We are not here by chance

Every arrival has its departure!

But do you think that over time

Would Negroes mutate, end up becoming White?

But human nature has swept away your plans

We don't fit into rejection

We do not integrate into the French ghettos, parked

Between immigrants, we must be sensible

How to point out community withdrawal

That you initiated from the slums of Nanterre

Pyromaniac and firefighter, your memory is selective

We did not come in peace, your story is aggressive

Here, we are better than there, we know it

Because for you to decolonize is to destabilize

And the more I observe history, the less I feel indebted

I know what it's like to be black since the schoolbag days

Although I'm not ungrateful, I don't want to say thank you

Because deep down what I have here, I conquered it

I grew up in Orly in the favelas of France

I flourished in the maquis, I have been at war since my childhood

Drug trafficking, robbery, violence, crimes!

What are my brothers doing if not making money like in Clearstream?

Who can teach them a lesson? YOU?

Abusers of social assets, embezzlers

Real thugs in suits, you hypocrites!

Do the French have the leaders they deserve?

At the heart of debates, heartless debates

Always the same ones that we point the finger at in your France of resentments

In the midst of an economic crisis, someone must be guilty

And it is towards the Muslims that all your shots are aimed

I'm not afraid to write it, France is Islamophobic

Besides, no one hides it anymore in France from xenophobes

You treat us like nothing on your public channels

And you expect us to cry 'long live the Republic!'

My respect is being violated in the so-called country of Human Rights

Difficult to feel French without Stockholm syndrome

Because I am Black, Muslim, suburban and proud of it

When you see me you put a face to what the other France hates

These are the same hypocrites who talk to us about diversity

Who express racism under the guise of secularism

Dream of a unique French person, with a single identity

The same minorities persist in discriminating

Faced with the same voters, the same fears are agitated

We oppose communities, to hide precariousness

Let no one be surprised if tomorrow it ends up blowing

How to love a country that refuses to respect us

Far from transparent artists, I write this text like a mirror

Let France look at itself if it wants to see itself there

She will see the illusion she has of herself disappear

I'm not lacking affection

Understand that I no longer wait for her to love me!

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