If I Let A White Man Cut My Hair

Black curls Floating in the air A crystal on her neck And motherly hands Locks over her head Visionary lens Colours all over the place Can you smell it in her scent? Tears over my face The eyes of a close friend Comb my inner shivers And the storm within I'm ready to let go I'm ready to begin I guess it's the right place There's no one else I should be with If I let a white man cut my hair I will lose myself If I let a white man cut my hair I will lose myself I will lose myself Red curls Growing off my head I said I like myself She said "you love yourself" Where is me before this? ("excuse me") Curled up on the floor with Everything it took for me to be here Everyone seems specialised on working with all hair shapes But everywhere I go It's always you and not me I can't believe I almost Handed over my peace To the ones who try to damage my legacy If I let a white man cut my hair I will lose myself If I let a white man cut my hair I will lose myself I will lose myself If I let a white man cut my hair I will lose myself If I let a white man cut my hair I will lose myself