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Nappy Roots


Adam lives in theory says my sister Hill

So the question is do we have the will to push back our pride

Rolling with the tide and punches

My African sisters have these hunches that if your hair is pressed it’s laid

But do you know the price we paid to get our nappy roots

Nah, I’m not talking about no follicles

I’m talking about our great Prodigals who believed that we were all equal

So if we are equal then why try and add a new sequel where we imitate each other

because I don’t know about you but I like the originals

the rich man tried to civilize the aboriginals

but who gave him the right to fight progress

and tell them how they should dress

so I think it is time for him to redress the situation

what he doesn’t know is the nappiest of roots are the strongest

and those roots survive for the longest

and when it comes time for the judgement day

God in his royal dreads will nod his head and say

Well done, my good and faithful servant

for you have endureth the race that is not given to the swift

while those who tried to cut your roots are lost

forever adrift

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