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 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 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 loving brings about a difference you are my love i do believe shall we join hands for tomorrow don t carry nothin up your sleeve keep 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 fu don t be mistaken 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 til 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 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 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 fu yeah kung fu