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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 rudeMy 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 saidAnd 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 FuI`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 damnedKeep 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 FuDon`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 tooMy 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 saidAnd 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

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Curtis Mayfield (June 3, 1942 – December 26, 1999) was an American soul, funk and rhythm and blues, singer-songwriter and guitarist from Chicago, Illinois. Mayfield is probably best known for his anthemic music with The Impressions and for the soundtrack to the blaxploitation film Superfly. Perhaps because he didn't cross over to the pop audience as heavily as Motown's stars, it may be that the scope of Curtis Mayfield's talents and contributions have yet to be fully recognized. Judged merely by his records alone, the man's legacy is enormous.

Read more about Curtis Mayfield on Last.fm.


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