De La Souls

I am P.O.S.

I be the new generation of slaves

Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape

From that life I?m tryin? to separate

But I guess I?m livin? dreams cuz my rent?s always a month late

Product of an East German Black

Who kissed the neck, of a pretty woman named Grace

But he lkeft my life just a little too soon

Didn?t see me catch the Doomtree fame

As we go a little somethin? like this

Look mom, no protection, no I got a baby boy by the name of Jake

And I been tryin? to play the cowboy to rustle in the dough

When I think I?m getting? better every passin? day

I?m not an early bird, plus the feathers? all black

So by the time I catch an apple, usually it?s rind

But it?s a must to decipher one?s girl

From the round, sweet apples that are rotten on the inside

I cherish my free time

But I maximize so my soul needs to unwind

I wanna see the stars be the moon to my sun

(But I?m always on the run, run, run)

I fake to all these hard-case kids

I raise a black fist

But won?t say (nigga) in the things I write

And I don?t say (faggot)

Cuz I don?t think it?s right

I know my boy struggle with that for over half his life

I guess we got our own lives to live

But I?m stretched too thin, tryin? to build a kingdom to rule

And I think to the past sometimes

And dag man, it?s bad, see I kinda acted like a fool

But I?ve apologized to the lives that I?ve touched

Wrong pride, to the back, move ahead strong

But I can safely say

I?ve never played a woman without karma catchin? up later on

I try to walk the right side of the tracks

But I?ve hopped a couple trains

Mom would cry if she knew the haps

But I can stand who I am

And face the day straight

Knowin? not a thing can change what our beat singin?

[Chourus:]

No one will ever be, like me

No one will ever be, like me

And I know I?m not a bad guy, but when I try to do what?s right

Everyone who comes to me don?t understand or see my plight

Everything I?ve ever done, and all the plans I?ve had inside

I was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and said

(Alright)

So now I do what I can, I?m

(Alright)

Stand up like Mama raised me

(Alright)

I was dope from the bottom

And pulled a flush

I?ve been livin with my chips all in

And I?m still in see

No one will ever be, like me

No one will ever be, like me

I am P.O.S.

I be the new generation of slaves

Here to make papes off this land corporation?s rape

From that life I?m tryin? to separate

But I guess I?m livin? dreams cuz my rent?s always a month late

And lookin? back it seems I?ve always been a step behind

Little off-track and feelin? no one shared a frame but mine

Listenin? to records in my room to escape

Found some things I could relate with, I wore out the tape

We said

When I lose, every time I win, cuz

No one will ever be,

Messin? up stuff or doin? things wrong

Quite like me