Can I do your hair?
Let’s take it back to the sands
Bringing you the power of our homelands
Naw, I don’t need a comb
I’m using my hands
I’ll be putting braids
in his hair
trying to repair
the damage done
To your mind.
Come on and sit
Cause it’s going to take
A little time
Naw man, not in the chair
That’s not how I do hair
To soften the pain of these
Cornrows, and ease the strain
Of these mental blows
Sit here between my legs
So that I may forge beautiful pathways
And help your subconscious remember
Days of light love and glory
So I may tell the stories
Of the true kings you have been
Brothers getting braids
Cause they Trees with no roots
I plant these rows to bring forth the truth
Living life in all these straight lines
Let your chakra be intertwined
Twisted and pulled into divine
Circumstance
Don’t flinch, man,
Give it a chance to loosen its
Grips on your ugly realities
And make waves
Where your uncertainties used to be
See beauty is scalp deep
The truth it goes straight
Through.
With you hair braided like that
They will only see the God in you
Man we were woven,
Shaved when we were
stolen
Made for years to keep it low
And
Don’t raise your eyes
But now you can see how
These patterns and designs
Will redefine your life
And your mind
Now that this knew crown
Has been imparted unto you
There are couple things
You need to do
Don’t forget to cover it
With care
Before you go to sleep.
That way the Frayed
ends won’t show
and the true beauty won’t
Creep.
Remember,
Oil it to keep the shine
Thanks for letting me do your hair
How much?
Yo just send some cats my way
And make sure you schedule a day
For me to re braid your hair.
Copyright 2001
Let’s take it back to the sands
Bringing you the power of our homelands
Naw, I don’t need a comb
I’m using my hands
I’ll be putting braids
in his hair
trying to repair
the damage done
To your mind.
Come on and sit
Cause it’s going to take
A little time
Naw man, not in the chair
That’s not how I do hair
To soften the pain of these
Cornrows, and ease the strain
Of these mental blows
Sit here between my legs
So that I may forge beautiful pathways
And help your subconscious remember
Days of light love and glory
So I may tell the stories
Of the true kings you have been
Brothers getting braids
Cause they Trees with no roots
I plant these rows to bring forth the truth
Living life in all these straight lines
Let your chakra be intertwined
Twisted and pulled into divine
Circumstance
Don’t flinch, man,
Give it a chance to loosen its
Grips on your ugly realities
And make waves
Where your uncertainties used to be
See beauty is scalp deep
The truth it goes straight
Through.
With you hair braided like that
They will only see the God in you
Man we were woven,
Shaved when we were
stolen
Made for years to keep it low
And
Don’t raise your eyes
But now you can see how
These patterns and designs
Will redefine your life
And your mind
Now that this knew crown
Has been imparted unto you
There are couple things
You need to do
Don’t forget to cover it
With care
Before you go to sleep.
That way the Frayed
ends won’t show
and the true beauty won’t
Creep.
Remember,
Oil it to keep the shine
Thanks for letting me do your hair
How much?
Yo just send some cats my way
And make sure you schedule a day
For me to re braid your hair.
Copyright 2001
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