Po' Folks

Awwww.... Mmmmm, awww.. [Hook] 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 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, 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! [Hook] [Skinny DeVille] Even though I picture better days I'm 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 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 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, never been 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 It's plain as day, man they... with this World Trade Naw brave any order but confoldure 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 [Hook] [R. Prophit] It's a blessin we woke up this mornin All my colored folk stressin, come let's join hands Got to cope with the pressures of bein po' man Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man Nappy blossomed from the Roots, course 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 rev my engine Not a lot of things but usually just appendin, but lately Been searchin for Benjamins, saw my folks locked in the tenaments And it don't make no sense (what) children and sentencin Broadcastin from the slums, that's why I'm writin these sentences Just lower my income, (what) though we ain't finish it [Hook]