Banlieusards

I know Kompa is OUR music but i wish OUR people would sometimes pay a little bit of attention to the other genres of music especially Hip Hop. Now i understand the stigma that Hip Hop in general carries yet some of the artists are really speaking the truth.

I have been listening to this dude for all my teenage years, he is beloved in all the francophonic countries and his name is Kery James. He is considered by many to be the best french rapper ever. I like to think of him as the best thinker of the 21st Century. When things are bleak, his powerful text gives me hope. I wish we had more Haitians like him.

I have been introduced Kery James to all of my friends ever since i discovered his music. My buddy from Ivory Coast introduced me to him and I have been hooked ever since. His latest album, A l'ombre du show business, has been making a lot of noise. For the very first time, his music was played in Haiti. He never approached that market because his creole is not where it needs to be. His parents are Haitian, born in Martinique, been living in France since he was about 6.

A friend of mine sent me this just recently and i felt compelled to share it with you. I surely hope you look into buying a Kery James cd or at least check him out on You Tube. He is adored by many and like all previous Haitians who have made it big, our community only embrace them once after the rest of the world has showered them with love.

Check it....

I think that Kery James is the reincarnation of Toussaint Louverture (I love Toussaint). You know I never listened to all of his songs. I figured it was just too much to take in, so I only listened to one new song at a time. I started with number 12, then number 9, then I added number 17, then number 13, then number 1, then number 3, then number 16. Tonight, I decided to venture out, so I listened to number 7. OH MY GOD! This is so deep. I resonate so much with his message. WOW! I literally got goosebumps. I love the lyric. Here are some of my favorite segments.


Je ne suis pas une victime mais un soldat
Regarde moi, j'suis noir et fier de l'être
J'manie la langue de Molière, j'en maîtrise les lettres
Français parce que la France à colonise mes ancêtres
Mais mon esprit est libre et mon Afrique n'a aucune dette

WHOA!!!

Et moi je serai de la 2eme France, celle de l'insécurité
Des terroristes potentiels, des assistes
C'est c'qu'ils attendent de nous, mais j'ai d'autres projets qu'ils retiennent ça

WHOA!!!

Je suis le capitaine dans le bateau de mes efforts
J'n'attend rien du système, je suis independent

WHOA!!!

Pourquoi nous dans les ghettos, eux à L'ENA
Nous derrière les barreaux, eux au sénat
Ils défendent leurs intérêts, éludent nos problèmes
Mais une question reste en suspens, qu'a-t-on fait pour nous même ?


WHOA!!!

“J'veux pas brûler des voitures, mais en construire, puis en vendre”

DEEP!!

J'suis pas un mendiant, j'suis venu prendre c'qu'ils m'ont promis hier
Même s'il me faut 2 fois plus de courage, 2 fois plus de rage
Car y'a 2 fois plus d'obstacles et 2 fois moins d'avantage
Et alors ?! Ma victoire aura 2 fois plus de goût
Avant d'pouvoir la savourer, j'prendrai 2 fois plus de coups
Les pièges sont nombreux, il faut qu'j'sois 2 fois plus attentif
2 fois plus qualifié et 2 fois plus motive

Si t'aimes pleurer sur ton sort, reste pas à côté d'moi
J'te l répète, je n'suis pas une victime et un soldat

DAYUM!

Chaque fils d'immigré é est en mission
Chaque fils de pauvres doit avoir de l'ambition
Tu peux pas laisser, s'évaporer tes rêves en fume

On est jeunes, forts et nos sœurs sont belles
Immense est le talent qu'elles portent en elle


Et si tu pleures, pleure des larmes de determination

GOOSEBUMPS!

I know this piece won't get much response but what's the point of blogging if i can't share the things that are important to me with you...