Curtis Mayfield - Kung fu - remastered lyrics

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 love...I 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