If My Hair Could Talk

I can't sing but the way you make my heart feel is wonderful and I cant dance but the way you make my body feel is beautiful but you can't run your hands through my hair with your fingers I've got kinks that run down from my crown to my soul and yo' momma said if I can't use your comb don't bring me home and my momma said tell that lady she's just mad she ain't got her own but momma can't make me no babies and my clock is tickin' so I went ahead, relaxed my hair in yo' momma's kitchen If my hair could talk, she would say: How dare you say you’ve struggled do you know that I’ve been through more in history than any book can tell you I was royalty’s only ticket into longevity the only way crowns placed upon heads interlocked with each other the only reason Delilah betrayed Sampson was because I provided the strength the only reason you knew that you and Jesus Christ shared similarities do you know, what I’ve been through? I have been through decades and centuries of misconceptions and misunderstandings about how I lived my lifestyle Straight or kinky grown personal bonds with people just to get cut off after they couldn’t handle the attachment got knotted up in Nubia entangled in twisted up natures locked up with my sistas then my locks grew bigger and they had the nerve to commercialize my struggle call it Rastafarian connections pick out my flaws and wear them big on their heads calling a revolution how dare you say you know my struggle but you have no idea what I’ve been through? they burned me to straighten me out threw water on me so I could shrivel up treated me with hot oils so I would calm down clip my ends when I was already broke and when placed under the heat, they cover your ears in fear of you being scarred with the truth that you’ve damaged me unproperly managed me cut off your own that I gave you to buy someone elses but the grass aint greener on the other side, you’re still the same person whether Im dead or dyed neither here nor there “lyed” to me so I could relax when the white started to burn me turned my land into crop circles in order to lay down tracks raze me up when I’m down but get mad when I become in grown made you look unprofessional if I didnt flow down your back but if I’m not tamed you won’t even hire your own… would you sell the diamonds in your uterus if it came with left-ring finger benefits? no. then why would sell your roots out for them? do you know what I’ve been through? I’ve kept you warm on many a cold nights, I’ve captured tears for you, braided up your fears for you but its funny how nobody cared to ask me how I felt but it’s cool, cuz I still come back stronger, every time, you cut me down, And as Garvey says "do not remove the kinks out of your hair, remove the kinks out of your brain" But just remember, if it wasn’t for me, no one would notice your crown in the first place.