Po' Folks

Awwww....

Mmmmm, awww..

All my life been po'

But it really don't matter no mo'

And they wonder why we act this way

Nappy Boys gon' be okay

All my life been po'

But it really don't matter no mo'

And they wonder why we act this way

Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay

We came in the game, plain ya see

Average man when the rest was ashamed to be

Nappy head and all, ain't no changin me

Ooooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh...

So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya

Nobody never gave us nothin but tough time and made us somethin

Different stretch of road, new somethin to see

Every state on the map, a different somethin to eat

Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin for real

Everybody makin a killin man, showin no feelins

Walkin off collectin pay, it's the way of the world

Can't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the world

Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world?

I scream this to you, and I say it to the world

Nappy then, Nappy now - Nappy for a bit

Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit!

Even though I picture better days,

I'm thankful for the chance I got to say amen

The Lord done blessed me with his grace, I wish this day would never end

We represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bump

Polish shot off on these presidents, and hardtimes they go and come

Some take up off, without the chance, to make it at all

Who woulda thought Skinny'd be the one that's, makin this call

Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong

I'm tryna find a righteous path, although it's, never been long

I gotta do it for my sons, they tellin me, "Daddy be strong"

We gon' make it through these hardtimes

even though they go and they come

Ya absolutely right, for somethin happen to me on last Tuesday night

It's plain as day, man they... with this World Trade

Naw brave any order but confoldure

Better make it home when nothin seems to matter

That's when, see, everything can go - any which way

They got me fooled, see the Henny with the J

Front po'ch, chillin broke, country folk, I'm Nappy with my ways yo

It's a blessin we woke up this mornin

All my colored folk stressin, come let's join hands

Got the folk with depresses of being po' man

Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man

Nappy got some (?) for we gon' stand

Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man

Ya gotta take responsibility for ya own man

Zonin, two blunts a mo'nin, by sunrise sometimes

I love to hear my woman moanin, it's on again

Damn I hope you play this song again

The soul cleansin, the melody just read my end

Not a lot of things but usually just appendin my lady

Been searchin bendin and saw my folks locked in the tennants

And it don't make any sense (why) children and sentencin

Broadcastin from the slums, that's why I'm writin these sentences

Just lower my income, (what) though we ain't finish it

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