po' folksNappy Roots
aww...
Mmmmm... awww...
[Chorus]
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...
[Big V]
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 something 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 ...
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[Skinny DeVille]
even though i pictured better days,
i'm thankful for the chance i got to say amen
the lord done blessed us with his grace, i wish his days would never end --
we represent the slum, 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' would 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 narrow and long--
i gotta do it for my sons, they tellin me, "daddy be strong...
we gon' make it through these hard times,
even though they go and they come..."
ya absolutely right, for somethin happened to me on last tuesday night--
it's plain as day, man they... with this world trade...
...naw, brave aint the word i'm lookin for, ya
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
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[R. Prophit]
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 revving my engine
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 is innocent--
broadcastin from the slums, that's why i'm writin these sentences--
just lower my income-- (why?)
go 'head, finish it:
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