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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