De La Souls (P.O.S.)

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 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 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 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