Po Folks Aw... Mmmmm, a. [Chorus] All my life been po But it really dont matter no mo And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Boys gon be okay All my life been po But it really dont 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, aint 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, its the way of the world Cant change it, so I guess Im 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! [Chorus] [Skinny DeVille] Even though I picture better days, Im 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 filthy bum 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 Skinnyd be the one thats, makin this call Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong Im tryna find a righteous path, although its, narrow and 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 Its plain as day, man they... with this World Trade Naw brave aint the word Im lookin for Better make it home when nothin seems to matter Thats when, see, everything can go - any which way They got me fooled, see the Henny with the J Front poch, chillin broke, country folk, Im Nappy with my ways yo [Chorus] [R. Prophit] Its a blessin we woke up this mornin All my colored folk stressin, come lets join hands Got the folk with depresses of being po man Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man Nappy got some from the roots 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 monin, by sunrise sometimes I love to hear my woman moanin, its on again Damn I hope you play this song again The soul cleansin, the melody just rev my engine Not a lot of things but usually just appendin my lady Been searchin for Benjamins and saw my folks locked in the tennants And it dont make any sense (why) children are innocent Broadcastin from the slums, thats why Im writin these sentences Just lower my income, (what) though we aint finish it [Chorus] ~ https://youtube/watch?v=QbN6VkleO48&list=RDQbN6VkleO48
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 06:13:05 +0000