It happens wherever you go. Locally, nationally, globally. No matter who you are or what you look like, there are always people who are fascinated captivated by the beauty of your hair. While flattering, the invasion of one’s personal space is not always welcome. Before a stranger’s hand can slice through the air on it’s way to accost your crown Please.
When saying it isn't enough, sing it
Don't touch my hair
When it's the feelings I wear
Don't touch my soul
When it's the rhythm I know
Don't touch my crown
They say the vision I've found
Don't touch what's there
When it's the feelings I wear
They don't understand
What it means to me
Where we chose to go
Where we've been to know
They don't understand
What it means to me
Where we chose to go
Where we've been to know
You know this hair is my shit,
Rolled the rod, I gave it time
But this here is mine
You know this hair is my shit,
Rolled the rod, I gave it time
But this here is mine
What you say, oh
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
Don't touch my pride
They say the glory's all mine
Don't test my mouth
They say the truth is my sound
They don't understand
What it means to me
Where we chose to go
Where we've been to know
They don't understand
What it means to me
Where we chose to go
Where we've been to know
You know this hair is my shit,
Rolled the rod, I gave it time
But this here is mine
You know this hair is my shit,
Rolled the rod, I gave it time
But this here is mine
What you say, oh
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me
What you say to me