I Am Not My Hair - Konvict Remix

Konvict Music, uh-huh

See I can kinda recall little ways back

Small tryin' to bawl

Always been black

And my hair I tried it all - I even went flat

Had a gumdee curly top and all that crap, now

Tryin' to be appreciated

Nappy headed brothers never had no ladies

Then I hit by the barber shop real quick

Had em give me little twist and it drove them crazy

And then I couldn't get no job

No corporate wouldn't hire no dreadlocks

Then I thought about my dogs on the block

Kinda understand why they chose a stealin' rock

Was it the hair that got me this far?

(uh-huh)

All these girls these cribs these cars (uh-huh)

Hate to say it but it seem so flawed

Cause success didn't come 'till I cut it all off (uh-huh)

Little girl with the press and curl

Age eight I got a Jheri curl

Thirteen then I got a relaxer

I was a source of so much laughter

Fifteen when it all broke off

Eighteen and then I went all natural

February two thousand and two I

Went and did what I had to do

Cause it was time to change my life

To become the women that I am inside

Ninety-seven dreadlocks all gone

Looked in the mirror for the first time and saw that

Hey

I am not my hair, I am not this skin

I am not your ex-pec-tations no no

I am not my hair, I am not this skin

I am a soul that lives within

Good hair means curls and waves

Bad hair means you look like a slave

At the turn of the century, it's time for us

To redefine who we be

you can shave it off

Like a South African beauty or get in on lock

Like Bob Marley

you can rock it straight

Like Oprah Winfrey - if its not what's on your head

It's what's underneath and say

Hey

Who cares if you don't like that

With nothin' to lose post it with a wave cap

When the cops tryin' to harass cause I got waves

But he's sayin' nothin' like that, not in my days (noo)

Now you gotta change all feeling's

Based on one another by their appearance

Yes, India I feel ya girl

Now go ahead talk the rest of the world

(Oh, oh, oh) Does the way I wear my hair make me a better person?

(Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I wear my hair make me a better friend?

(Nooo)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I wear my hair determine my integrity?

(Whoa, whoa, whoa) I am expressing my creativity

Breast cancer and chemotherapy

Took away her crown and glory

She promised God if she was to survive

She would enjoy everyday of her life ooh

On national television

Her diamond eyes are sparkling

Bald headed like a full moon shining

Singing out to the whole wide world like

Hey

I am not my hair, I am not this skin

I am a soul that lives within

I am not my hair, I am not this skin

I am a soul that lives within

I am not my hair, I am not this skin

I am a soul that lives within