Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not My Hair

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

Little with the press and curl
Age eight, I got a curl
Thirteen, and I got a
I was a source of so much
At fifteen it all broke off
and went all natural
February,
I went on and did I had to do
Because it was to change my life
To the woman that I am inside
Ninety-seven dreadlocks all
I looked in the mirror for the first 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 skin
I am the that lives within

Good hair means curls and (no)
Bad hair means you like a slave (no)
At the turn of the
It's for us to redefine who we be
You can shave it off like a African beauty
Or get in on like Bob Marley
You can rock it straight like Oprah
If not what's on your 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 skin
I am the that lives within

Who cares if you like that?
With nothin' to lose, postin' the wave cap
And the cops wanna harass 'cause I got
see nothin' like that in all my days
Man, you change all these feelings
judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya,
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world

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

Breast and chemotherapy
Took her crownin' glory
She God if she was to survive
She would enjoy day of her life, oh
On television
Her diamond eyes are
Bald-headed like a moon shining
Singing out to the wide world like, hey

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 lives

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