Lyrics Curtis Mayfield

Curtis Mayfield

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 borne 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

But nothing brings about the difference

You are my lover, do believe

Shall we join hands for tomorrow?

Don't giving up, then up your sleeve

Keep your head high, kung fu

I will till 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

Keep your head high, kung fu

I will till 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 borne 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

Kung, kung fu, kung fu