Song parody of
Kung Fu
by Curtis Mayfield
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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
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