Kung Fu - Curtis Mayfield

Our days of comfort, days of night

Don’t put yourself in solitude

Who can I trust with my life

When people tend to be so rude

My mama borned me in a ghetto

There was no mattress for my head

But, no, she couldn’t call me Jesus

I wasn’t white enough, she said

And then she named me, Kung Fu Don’t have to explain it, no, Kung Fu Don’t know how you’ll take it, Kung Fu

I’m just trying to make it, Kung Fu

I’ve got some babys and some sisters

My brother worked for Uncle Sam

It’s just a shame, ain’t it, Mister

We being brothers of the damned

Keep your head high, Kung Fu I will 'til I die, yeah, Kung Fu Don’t be too intense, no, Kung Fu Keep your common sense, yeah, Kung Fu Don’t mistake life for a secret

There is no secret part of you

You bet your life if you think wicked

Someone else is thinking wicked too

My mama borned me in a ghetto

There was no mattress for my head

But, no, she couldn’t name me Jesus

I wasn’t white enough, she said

And then she named me, Kung Fu Don’t have to explain it, no, Kung Fu Don’t know how you’ll take it, Kung Fu

I’m just trying to make it, Kung Fu Kung Fu