De La Souls feat. Greg Attonito

I should be able to just run to it, 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 trying to separate
But I guess I'm living 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 something like this, look mom, no protection
Now I got a baby boy by the name of Jake
And I been trying to play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
And I think I'm getting better every passing day
I'm not an early bird plus the feathers are black
So by the time I catch an apple usually it's fine
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 want to see the stars be the moon to my sun
But I'm always on the run, run, run
I'm 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 trying to build a kingdom to rule
And I think to the past sometimes and dag, man, it's bad
See I kind of 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 catching up later on
I tried 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
Knowing not a thing can change what I be, singing

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

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 in sight
I was Mr. Gone Wrong in a 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 dealt from the bottom and pulled a flush
I've been living 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 corporations rape
From that life I'm trying to separate
But I guess I'm living dreams cause my rent's always a month late
And looking back it seems I've always been a step behind
Little off track and feeling no one shared the frame of mind
Listen to records in my room to escape
Found some things I could relate with, I wore out the tape, he said

When I lose every time I win cause
No one will ever be
Messing up stuff and doing 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

I remember me and Jon Ness wore our trunks on tapes
Stretched them shits, it's all gone, whatever
It's good, yeah