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 © WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com