De La Souls by P.o.s
De La Souls lyrics
I am P.O.S.
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes off this land corporation�s rape
From that life I�m tryin� to separate
But I guess I�m livin� dreams cuz my rent�s always a month late
Product of an East German Black
Who kissed the neck, of a pretty woman named Grace
But he lkeft my life just a little too soon
Didn�t see me catch the Doomtree fame
As we go a little somethin� like this
Look mom, no protection, no I got a baby boy by the name of Jake
And I been tryin� to play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
When I think I�m getting� better every passin� day
I�m not an early bird, plus the feathers� all black
So by the time I catch an apple, usually it�s rind
But it�s a must to decipher one�s girl
From the round, sweet apples that are rotten on the inside
I cherish my free time
But I maximize so my soul needs to unwind
I wanna see the stars be the moon to my sun
(But I�m always on the run, run, run)
I fake to all these hard-case kids
I raise a black fist
But won�t say (nigga) in the things I write
And I don�t say (faggot)
Cuz I don�t think it�s right
I know my boy struggle with that for over half his life
I guess we got our own lives to live
But I�m stretched too thin, tryin� to build a kingdom to rule
And I think to the past sometimes
And dag man, it�s bad, see I kinda acted like a fool
But I�ve apologized to the lives that I�ve touched
Wrong pride, to the back, move ahead strong
But I can safely say
I�ve never played a woman without karma catchin� up later on
I try to walk the right side of the tracks
But I�ve hopped a couple trains
Mom would cry if she knew the haps
But I can stand who I am
And face the day straight
Knowin� not a thing can change what our beat singin�
[Chourus:]
No one will ever be, like me
No one will ever be, like me
And I know I�m not (?) but when I try to do what�s right
Everyone who comes to me don�t understand or see my plight
Everything I�ve ever done, and all the plans I�ve had inside
I was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and said
(Alright)
So now I do what I can, I�m
(Alright)
Stand up like Mama raised me
(Alright)
I was dope from the bottom
And pulled a flush
I�ve been livin with my chips all in
And I�m still in see
[Chorus]
I am P.O.S.
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes off this land corporation�s rape
From that life I�m tryin� to separate
But I guess I�m livin� dreams cuz my rent�s always a month late
And lookin� back it seems I�ve always been a step behind
Little off-track and feelin� no one shared a frame but mine
Listenin� to records in my room to escape
Found some things I could relate with, I wore out the tape
We said
When I lose, every time I win, cuz
No one will ever be,
Messin� up stuff or doin� things wrong
Quite like me
[Chorus: x2]
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