Is that India?
What happened to her hair?
Went on and did what I had to do
Because it was time to change my life
To become the woman that I am inside
97 dreadlocks all gone
I 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 expectations, no, no
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am the soul that lives within
What'd she do to her hair?
I don't know, it look crazy
I like it
I might do that I wouldn't go that far
Good hair means curls and waves
Bad hair means you look like a slaver
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
Got it on lock like Bob Marley
You can rock it straight like Oprah Winfrey
If it's not what's on your head,
it's what's underneath
And say, hey I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am not your expectation, no
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Does the way I wear my hair
make me a better person?
Does the way I wear my hair
make me a better friend?
Does the way I wear my hair
determine my integrity?
I am expressing my creativity
Breast cancer and chemotherapy
took away her crown and glory
She promised that if she was to survive,
she would en joy every day of her life
On national television,
her diamond eyes are sparkling
Broad -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 not your expectations, no
I am not my hair, I am not this skin
I am the soul that lives within you
I am not my hair, I am not this skin
I am not your expectations, no, no
I am not my hair
I am the soul that lives within you
the soul that lives within
If I want to shave it close
or I want to rock locks
That don't take a bit away
from this soul that I got
If I want to wear it braided
all down my back
I don't see nothing wrong with
that
All right. Perfect.