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Braids

Can I do your hair?

Let's take it back to the sands

Bringing you the power of our homelands

Naw, I don't need a comb

I'm using my hands

I'll be putting braids

in his hair

trying to repair

the damage done

To your mind.

Come on and sit

Cause it's going to take

A little time

Naw man, not in the chair

That's not how I do hair

To soften the pain of these

Cornrows, and ease the strain

Of these mental blows

Sit here between my legs

So that I may forge beautiful pathways

And help your subconscious remember

Days of light love and glory

So I may tell the stories

Of the true kings you have been

Brothers getting braids

Cause they Trees with no roots

I plant these rows to bring forth the truth

Living life in all these straight lines

Let your chakra be intertwined

Twisted and pulled into divine

Circumstance

Don't flinch, man,

Give it a chance to loosen its

Grips on your ugly realities

And make waves

Where your uncertainties used to be

See beauty is scalp deep

The truth it goes straight

Through. 

With you hair braided like that

They will only see the God in you

Man we were woven,

Shaved when we were

stolen

Made for years to keep it low

And

Don't raise your eyes

But now you can see how

These patterns and designs

Will redefine your life

And your mind

Now that this knew crown

Has been imparted unto you

There are couple things

You need to do

Don't forget to cover it

With care

Before you go to sleep.

That way the Frayed

ends won't show

and the true beauty won't

Creep. 

Remember,

Oil it to keep the shine

Thanks for letting me do your hair

How much?

Yo just send some cats my way

And make sure you schedule a day

For me to re braid your hair.

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