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