See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways Small, tryin' to ball, been black And my hair, I tried it all I went flat Had a lumpy curly top and all crap, now Just tryin' to be headed brothers never had no ladies And I hit the barber shop quick Had 'em me lil' twist and it drove 'em crazy (crazy) I couldn't get no job 'Cause corporate wouldn't hire no Then I about my dogs from the block Kinda understand why they chose to 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 didn't come till I cut it all off
Little girl with the and curl Age eight, I got a Jheri Thirteen, and I got a I was a source of so much 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 change my To become the that I am inside Ninety-seven dreadlocks all I looked in the mirror for the first time and saw
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
hair means curls and waves (no) Bad hair means you look like a (no) At the of the century time for us to redefine who we be You can shave it off like a South beauty Or get in on like Bob Marley You can rock it like Oprah Winfrey If not what's on your head, it's what'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 that within
Who cares if you like that? With nothin' to lose, postin' the wave cap And the cops wanna 'cause I got waves Ain't see nothin' like in all my days Man, you gotta all these feelings judging one another by their appearance Yes, India, I ya, girl Now go ahead, to the rest of the world 'cause
(Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I my hair make me a better person? (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I wear my hair me a better friend? Oh (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I wear my hair my integrity? (Whoa, whoa, whoa) I am my creativity (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Breast and chemotherapy away her crownin' glory She God if she was to survive She would enjoy day of her life, oh On television Her eyes are sparkling Bald-headed like a moon shining Singing out to the whole world 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 lives
Hey (hey) I am not my I am not skin I am not expectations, no (hey) I am not my I am not skin I am the soul that within