Texty: P.O.S.. De La Souls.

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

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