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 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 babys and some sisters
My brother worked for Uncle Sam
It`s just a shame, ain`t it, Mister
We being brothers of the damned

Keep your head high, Kung Fu
I will til 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

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