Kung Fu Lyrics - Sweet Exorcist - Curtis Mayfield

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