Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not My Hair

See, I can kinda a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even flat
Had a lumpy curly top and all crap, now
tryin' to be appreciated
Nappy headed brothers never had no
And I hit the barber shop quick
Had 'em give me lil' twist and it drove 'em (crazy)
I couldn't get no job
'Cause wouldn't hire no dreadlocks
I thought 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 these
I to say it but it seem so flawed
success didn't come 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 source of so laughter
At when it all broke off
and went all natural
February,
I on and did what I had to do
Because it was to change my life
To become the that I am inside
Ninety-seven dreadlocks all
I looked in the for the first 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 that lives within

Good hair means and waves (no)
Bad hair means you like a slave (no)
At the turn of the
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 straight like Winfrey
If it's not what's on head, it's what's underneath, and say

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 within

Who cares if you don't like
With nothin' to lose, postin' with the cap
And the cops wanna 'cause I got waves
see nothin' like that in all my days
Man, you gotta change all these
Steady judging one another by appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya,
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 make me a better friend? Oh
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does the way I wear my determine my integrity?
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I am my creativity
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Breast and chemotherapy
Took away her crownin'
She God if she was to survive
She would every day of her life, oh
On television
Her diamond eyes are
Bald-headed a full 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 lives within

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 that lives within