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Kung Fu (功夫) - Curtis Mayfield

Written by：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 y'all Kung Fu

Don't have to explain it no Kung Fu

Don't know how you'll take it here Kung Fu

I'm just trying to make it love Kung Fu

I've got some babies 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 be mistaken for a secret

There is no secret part of you

You bet your life if you think wicked

Don't think wicked child

Someone is thinking wicked too

Someone thinking wicked yeah

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 y'all Kung Fu

Don't have to explain it no Kung Fu

Don't know how you'll take it here Kung Fu

I'm just trying to make it love Kung Fu

Kung Fu

Y'all Kung Fu

Kung Fu

Yeah Kung Fu