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Natural


Permed pressed and pampered My hair, oh my hair. Its beend abused and tampered with Since I was young how could I dare To go natural? Is there a chance The things we do to make our hair lateral Think about how much it costs to finance Its so costly But we think straight hair equals beauty No the money we spend is ungodly This is simply unruly Empty pockets and broke banks For what? Flatirons, thread, installs, and hair weave All the monet we crank out You wouldn't believe In order to to look beautiful But the beauty can be achieved easily Im only being truthful It may sound cheesy But i am beautiful just how I am And it will be wat less expensive If I were to go natural.
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