"De La Souls" as written by and Vincent Mason David Jolicoeur....
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 left 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 a bad guy, 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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"De La Souls" as written by Vincent Mason David Jolicoeur

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    General CommentWe should be able to just run this
    Should be fine
    I’m recording with no shoes on
    It’s wonderful

    I am P.O.S.
    I be the new generation of slaves
    Here to make papes off this land corporations rape
    From that life I'm tryin' to separate
    But I guess I'm livin' dreams ‘cause 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 left 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
    And 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
    ’Cause I don't think it's right
    I know my boy struggled 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 dang 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 I be singin'

    No one will ever be, like me
    No one will ever be, like me

    And I know I'm not a bad guy 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, 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

    No one will ever be, like me
    No one will ever be, like me

    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 ‘cause 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, ‘cause
    No one will ever be,
    Messin' up stuff or doin' things wrong
    Quite like me

    No one will ever be, like me
    No one will ever be, like me
    No one will ever be, like me
    No one will ever be, like me
    rmcgoffon February 07, 2009   Link

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