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Awwww....Mmmmm, awww..[Chorus]All my life been po'But it really don't matter no mo'And they wonder why we act this wayNappy Boys gon' be okayAll my life been po'But it really don't matter no mo'And they wonder why we act this wayNappy Roots gon' be okay, okay[Big V]We came in the game, plain ya seeAverage man when the rest was ashamed to beNappy head and all, ain't no changin meOoooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh...So rough it was, downright wrong I tell yaNobody never gave us nothin but tough time and made us somethinDifferent stretch of road, new somethin to seeEvery state on the map, a different somethin to eatDaps and handshakes, it meant nuttin for realEverybody makin a killin man, showin no feelinsWalkin off collectin pay, it's the way of the worldCan't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the worldSometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world?I scream this to you, and I say it to the worldNappy then, Nappy now - Nappy for a bitKnee-deep, head over heels in this country shit![Chorus][Skinny DeVille]Even though I picture better days,I'm thankful for the chance I got to say amenThe Lord done blessed me with his grace, I wish this day would never endWe represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bumpPolish shot off on these presidents, and hardtimes they go and comeSome take up off, without the chance, to make it at allWho woulda thought Skinny'd be the one that's, makin this callLord, help me out, tell me where I went wrongI'm tryna find a righteous path, although it's, never been longI gotta do it for my sons, they tellin me, "Daddy be strong"We gon' make it through these hardtimeseven though they go and they comeYa absolutely right, for somethin happen to me on last Tuesday nightIt's plain as day, man they... with this World TradeNaw brave any order but confoldureBetter make it home when nothin seems to matterThat's when, see, everything can go - any which wayThey got me fooled, see the Henny with the JFront po'ch, chillin broke, country folk, I'm Nappy with my ways yo[Chorus][R. Prophit]It's a blessin we woke up this morninAll my colored folk stressin, come let's join handsGot the folk with depresses of being po' manPoppa taught me an order, survive for no manNappy got some (?) for we gon' standProphit grew from a juvenile to a grown manYa gotta take responsibility for ya own manZonin, two blunts a mo'nin, by sunrise sometimesI love to hear my woman moanin, it's on againDamn I hope you play this song againThe soul cleansin, the melody just read my endNot a lot of things but usually just appendin my ladyBeen searchin bendin and saw my folks locked in the tennantsAnd it don't make any sense (why) children and sentencinBroadcastin from the slums, that's why I'm writin these sentencesJust lower my income, (what) though we ain't finish it[Chorus]more