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Flyway the white boys in my class
Came with that Afro that so black
crops from pops over the bath
Til it’s Nike in the back
New kicks and hats
Jerry curl like eazy E and Ice cube or like Michel Jackson
Waves and the caps
braids couple twist rows or you plait
Blow it dry and then comb it back
You got your partings all intact
Root stem and the shaft
Greased the ends
Got treatments got conditioner and masks
They used to call me picky head nuff things were said by the elders
I was young and didn’t understand, but truss me I felt the
Disgust, it was ruff thinking “why don't they like me?
Apart from my brothers there weren’t many that look like me..
Natural mystic - didn’t twist it – it grew naturally
Free form- wasn’t pre-warned-how people actually
Felt about the hair on my head, this was the 80’s
Many told me “Cut it orrfff” – this crown is weighty
It breaks me - like split ends – they judged me I’m a Rasta
Unconventional then – but now the name of yah Pasta
Dred gwarn international now – excuse my laughter
Let me grab my Jamaican Black oil that’s Castor – Ahhh
I’m a dreadlock- you best not – approach me -
Cause All we do is laze about – roll and burn green – SEEN!
The ignorance was obscene – Bare..
Can I touch your hair and is it really clean?
(Kmt) What yuh mean – is it all yours and is it real?
- It looks a lot like sponge – how does it feel
LOOK! Take your hand from my head top
Before I put hands on you like a desktop
My hair is sacred, locked, twist or braided
Twisted tight – Nazarite – back to the basics
Not just a hairstyle, we keep the fire blazing
It’s my identity, honestly do not play with
Thats Oil for your breakage
My hair is sacred