Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not My Hair

See, I can kinda recall a lil' back
Small, to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went
Had a curly top and all that crap, now
Just tryin' to be
Nappy headed never had no ladies
And I hit the barber shop quick
Had 'em give me lil' and it drove 'em crazy (crazy)
Then I get no job
corporate wouldn't hire no dreadlocks
Then I thought about my dogs from the
Kinda why they chose to steal and rob
Was it the hair got me this far
All these girls these cribs cars?
I hate to say it but it seem so
'Cause success didn't till I cut it all off

Little girl the press and curl
Age eight, I got a Jheri
Thirteen, and I got a
I was a of so much laughter
At fifteen when it all off
and went all natural
February,
I on and did what I had to do
Because it was time to my life
To the woman that I am inside
Ninety-seven dreadlocks all
I looked in the mirror for the time and saw that

Hey (hey)
I am not my
I am not this
I am not expectations, no (hey)
I am not my
I am not this
I am the soul that lives

Good hair means and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look a slave (no)
At the of the century
time for us to redefine who we be
You can it off like a South African beauty
Or get in on like Bob Marley
You can rock it straight Oprah Winfrey
If it's not what's on your head, it's underneath, and say

Hey (hey)
I am not my
I am not skin
I am not expectations, no (hey)
I am not my
I am not this
I am the soul lives within

Who cares if you don't that?
With nothin' to lose, postin' the wave cap
And the wanna harass 'cause I got waves
Ain't see nothin' that in all my days
Man, you gotta all these feelings
Steady one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does the way I wear my hair me a better person?
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does the way I wear my hair make me a friend? Oh
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does the way I wear my hair determine my
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I am my creativity
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Breast cancer and
Took away her crownin'
She God if she was to survive
She enjoy every day of her life, oh
On national
Her eyes are sparkling
Bald-headed like a full moon
Singing out to the whole wide like, hey

Hey (hey)
I am not my
I am not this
I am not expectations, no (hey)
I am not my
I am not skin
I am the soul that within

Hey (hey)
I am not my
I am not this
I am not expectations, no (hey)
I am not my
I am not this
I am the soul lives within