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
but loving brings about a difference
you are my lovei do believe
shall we join hands for tomorrow
don’t carry nothin’ up your sleeve
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 else is thinking wicked too
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
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 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
y’all kung fu
yeah kung fu
Artist: Curtis Mayfield
Year: 1974
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 160