Kung Fu

アーティストCurtis Mayfield
作詞Curtis Mayfield
作曲Curtis Mayfield
Our days have come
Dark days of night
Don't put yourself in solitude
Who can I trust with my life?
When people tend to be so rude!
My momma 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 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
With good lovin' brings about a difference
You are my love, I do believe
Shall we join hands for tomorrow
"Don't carry nothing up your sleeve"
"Keep your head high," Kung Fu
"I will till I die," Yeah! Kung Fu
"Don't be too intense," Kung Fu. Yeah!
"Keep your common sense," 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 is thinking wicked too
"Keep your head high," Kung Fu
"I will till I die," Kung Fu
"Don't be too intense," Kung Fu
"Keep your common sense," Kung Fu

Our days have come
Dark days of night
Don't put yourself in solitude
Who can I trust with my life?
When people tend to be so rude!
My momma 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

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