Our days [bad word]  days of night 
Don't put yourself in solitude 
Who can I [bad word] with my life 
When people tend to be [bad word]  

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] sense, yeah, kung fu 

Our days [bad word]  days of night 
Don't put yourself in solitude 
Who can I [bad word] with my life 
When people tend to be [bad word]  

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, y'all