Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
So I'm black in Paris
Where they think the future is yellow
The Chinese know the roads
But I'm like
"What's yellow?"
My friend used to live in the suburbs
But he became "one of them"
He no longer eats the same food
He looks like a white
And he also says the same things
The police often stop me
'Cause I have dreadlocks
My ID card's never enough for them
Because of my skin color
I often lose my temper
The neighborhood guy told me
"Paris is Black"
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
If I don't smile
They call me "Papa"
They don't know that I'm mad at everything
The job applications I send out are ignored
But I know I'm not the only one
I'm in the city of fashion
My natural hair isn't in fashion
And my accent is out of fashion
The men here prefer to hide me
They say
"It wouldn't be serious if it was in the States"
But Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
The first time I went back to Africa
My little brother asked me
"What's Paris like?"
I said
"Paris is beautiful
But Paris is Black"
He asked me what that meant
I said
"You'll understand when you go there"
'Cause in Paris
The taxis don't stop for us
And in Paris
Even the bread looks at us funny
And in Paris
There's the Eiffel Tower and the museums
But we don't see them
No
We don't see them
'Cause in Paris
We have work to do
Paris
It makes you crazy
Paris
It keeps you on your toes
Paris
It's a battleground
[Chorus]
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Paris is Black
Track from the album "Culture Clash"
