Lyrics

Now when I listen to the people talk And hear some of the things they say Make me think some of my own folk know They leadin' us all in the wrong way Man, like how can the hair on your head bring respect to you? If you ain't got some sense inside your head You're just another dumb cat with a natural do Ain't that right? Ha, yeah Sure they gonna play us a whole lot of junk To keep our fingers poppin' all the time They know we can't get ourselves together Lettin' a whole lot of nothin' go in our mind See, I was black before it was popular and I wear my natural too But if I ain't got some sense inside my head I'm just another dumb cat with a natural do Ain't that right? Ha-ha, yeah If we can't stand to hear it like it is Tell me how are we gonna rise We sure can't do it fightin', hatin', and cryin' And we sure can't do it on a pack of lies, now, can we? Brothers play the middle of the road Help brothers make mistakes They keep on talkin' that trash by the load And takin' all the money they can take See it's what you produce with the mind you build That bring respect to you If you let anybody tell you anything else Ha-ha, you're just another dumb cat with a natural do Ha-ha, that's the way it is Swahili, no man, I don't need to be speakin' no Swahili I got to learn to speak English So I can get a piece of this long bread that spends anywhere You know the fella that who was sellin' me on a dashiki He was wearin' a business suit and a tie I think he was tryna tell me somethin', don't you? Ha, that's what I said: "KaSandra, later for those non-profit-makin' plans and slogans You better get yourself a profit makin' plan and a program" Like you can throw all kinds of fist-signs And wear all kinds of dashikis and have the toughest natural do But if you ain't got no sense inside your head You just another dumb cat with a natural do Ha-ha, I wouldn't be lyin' to ya
Writer(s): John Willie Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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