P.O.S - De La Souls Lyrics
P.O.S Lyrics
De La Souls Lyrics
I am P.O.S.
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes off this land corporations rape
From that life Im tryin to separate
But I guess Im livin dreams cuz my rents 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
Didnt 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 Im getting better every passin day
Im not an early bird, plus the feathers all black
So by the time I catch an apple, usually its rind
But its a must to decipher ones 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 Im always on the run, run, run)
I fake to all these hard-case kids
I raise a black fist
But wont say (nigga) in the things I write
And I dont say (faggot)
Cuz I dont think its right
I know my boy struggle with that for over half his life
I guess we got our own lives to live
But Im stretched too thin, tryin to build a kingdom to rule
And I think to the past sometimes
And dag man, its bad, see I kinda acted like a fool
But Ive apologized to the lives that Ive touched
Wrong pride, to the back, move ahead strong
But I can safely say
Ive never played a woman without karma catchin up later on
I try to walk the right side of the tracks
But Ive 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 Im not (?) but when I try to do whats right
Everyone who comes to me dont understand or see my plight
Everything Ive ever done, and all the plans Ive had inside
I was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and said
(Alright)
So now I do what I can, Im
(Alright)
Stand up like Mama raised me
(Alright)
I was dope from the bottom
And pulled a flush
Ive been livin with my chips all in
And Im still in see
[Chorus]
I am P.O.S.
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes off this land corporations rape
From that life Im tryin to separate
But I guess Im livin dreams cuz my rents always a month late
And lookin back it seems Ive 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]
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes off this land corporations rape
From that life Im tryin to separate
But I guess Im livin dreams cuz my rents 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
Didnt 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 Im getting better every passin day
Im not an early bird, plus the feathers all black
So by the time I catch an apple, usually its rind
But its a must to decipher ones 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 Im always on the run, run, run)
I fake to all these hard-case kids
I raise a black fist
But wont say (nigga) in the things I write
And I dont say (faggot)
Cuz I dont think its right
I know my boy struggle with that for over half his life
I guess we got our own lives to live
But Im stretched too thin, tryin to build a kingdom to rule
And I think to the past sometimes
And dag man, its bad, see I kinda acted like a fool
But Ive apologized to the lives that Ive touched
Wrong pride, to the back, move ahead strong
But I can safely say
Ive never played a woman without karma catchin up later on
I try to walk the right side of the tracks
But Ive 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 Im not (?) but when I try to do whats right
Everyone who comes to me dont understand or see my plight
Everything Ive ever done, and all the plans Ive had inside
I was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and said
(Alright)
So now I do what I can, Im
(Alright)
Stand up like Mama raised me
(Alright)
I was dope from the bottom
And pulled a flush
Ive been livin with my chips all in
And Im still in see
[Chorus]
I am P.O.S.
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes off this land corporations rape
From that life Im tryin to separate
But I guess Im livin dreams cuz my rents always a month late
And lookin back it seems Ive 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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