Our days of comfort, days of night
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Don't put yourself in solitude
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Who can I trust with my life
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When people tend to be so rude
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My mama borned me in a ghetto
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There was no mattress for my head
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But, no, she couldn't call me Jesus
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I wasn't white enough, she said
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And then she named me, Kung Fu
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Don't have to explain it, no, Kung Fu
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Don't know how you'll take it, Kung Fu
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I'm just trying to make it, Kung Fu
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I've got some babys and some sisters
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My brother worked for Uncle Sam
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It's just a shame, ain't it, Mister
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We being brothers of the damned
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Keep your head high, Kung Fu
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I will 'til I die, yeah, Kung Fu
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Don't be too intense, no, Kung Fu
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Keep your common sense, yeah, Kung Fu
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Don't mistake life for a secret
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There is no secret part of you
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You bet your life if you think wicked
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Someone else is thinking wicked too
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My mama borned me in a ghetto
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There was no mattress for my head
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But, no, she couldn't name me Jesus
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I wasn't white enough, she said
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And then she named me, Kung Fu
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Don't have to explain it, no, Kung Fu
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Don't know how you'll take it, Kung Fu
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I'm just trying to make it, Kung Fu
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Kung Fu
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| Curtis Mayfield |
