Nappy Roots – Po’ Folks

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Mmmmm, awww..

[Chorus]

All my life been po’

But it really don’t matter no mo’

And they wonder why we act dis 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!

[Chorus]

[Skinny DeVille]

Even though I pictured 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 filthy bum

Fallin short off on these presidents, and the hard times 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, narrow and long

I gotta do it for my son’s sake, they tellin me, “Daddy be strong”

We gon’ make it through these hard times

even though they go and they come

Ya absolutely right, but somethin happened to me on last Tuesday night

It’s plain as day, man they… with this World Trade

Naw brave ain’t the word I’m lookin for ya

Better make it hope when nothin seems to matter

That’s when, see, everything can go – any which way

They got me hoped, see the Henny with the J

Front po’ch, chillin broke, country folk, I’m Nappy in my ways yo

[Chorus]

[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 being po’ man

Papa taught me in order survive fear no man

Nappy blossom from the root, henceforth we gon’ stand

Prophet 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

it’s soul cleansin, the melody just rev my engines

Tried a lot of things but usually just end up bending my ligaments,

Searchin fa benjamins and all my folks locked in the tenaments

And it don’t make any sense (boi) children is innocent

Broadcastin from the slums, that’s why I’m writin these sentences

Still low on my income, (why?) go ‘head finish it