Like those who have too much truth at the end of their lips
I know that only my death will make me famous
I am a black poet, adversity is my sap
I hope to say "goodbye" with my hand on the sword
Hand on the sword, I stayed at the front
I did not sell my revolution to the highest bidder
Success flirted with me, fortune winked at me
But for that I had to throw my integrity into a coffin
I refused, I did it for me, it's true
But I did it for you too, I did it for us
I made a choice, I know the cost
Like every soldier on the front line I take hits
I'm not a hero
If you knew how heavy your hopes are for me to carry
Don't ask me for more, fighting has exhausted me
Don't defend the man, but defend the ideas
Because I'm not a hero, I'm afraid of cannons
I chose a cause and defend it like Frantz Fanon
I try to stay brave, whether they hate me or love me
I found this serious air in chrysanthemum gardens

I'm not a hero, but I fight
I say out loud, what people think quietly
Don't believe the newspapers, they don't know me
The clichés in their words, do not reflect me

I'm not a hero, but I fight
I say out loud, what people think quietly
Don't believe the newspapers, they don't know me
The clichés in their words, do not reflect me
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

They will say that I am excessive
Will describe me as an impulsive character
The truth is that I am determined
And that I am ready to lose everything by fighting for my ideas
In this world where ignorance has accustomed us to lies
I can no longer be surprised that telling the truth bothers them
I write raw, they will lynch me coldly
For daring to speak on behalf of the voiceless
Without faith or law, they will label us "communitarian"
Because I pointed out their totalitarian democracy
Sensitive and sincere, my writings are universal
As for their humanism, it is only circumstantial
Whites defended me, when some blacks slandered me
Blacks supported me, when some whites betrayed me
My daughters are mixed race, because there is no color for love
I found this sad air in the garden of broken hearts

I'm not a hero, but I fight
I say out loud, what people think quietly
Don't believe the newspapers, they don't know me
The clichés in their words, do not reflect me

I'm not a hero, but I fight
I say out loud, what people think quietly
Don't believe the newspapers, they don't know me
The clichés in their words, do not reflect me
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

I do it for me it's true
But I do it for you too
I do it for us

I do it for me it's true
But I do it for you too
I do it for us

I do it for me it's true
But I do it for you too
I do it for us

I do it for me it's true
But I do it for you too
I do it for us

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