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Don't touch my hair;
Spreading germs & illnesses with those toxic hands

Don't touch my hair;
This hair is a sacred temple on my head

Don't touch my hair;
My style need to last through the week boo-boo

Don't touch my hair;
My melanin brown-reddish color is beautiful

Don't touch my hair;
Do I look like a pet?

Don't touch my hair;
Yes! It's real

Don't touch my hair;
Do you see me asking if I can touch you? No? Ok then.

Don't touch my hair;
Do you want to get your a%# beat or do you want to go home?
Never Touch Black Hair
Embossed in project housing
clothes projecting out of the windows and firescapes,    
Fragmented porch pertaining to the unprosperous
      Torpedo of music blaring from the decrepit stereo
In Precinct of the bewitching tempo would  echo
Shimming and swinging we tune into our roots
I accept there will be times
When we don't see eye to eye.
After all, you grew up different than I.
I accept that some day, place and time,
We will die.
I accept the idea that we have souls.
That there are things that can happen
That are out of our control.
But I reject the suggestion
That there's nothing we can do to change it.
I reject that everything
is black and white. wrong or right.
I reject that life is a one way street.
Because I believe in second chances.
That there are more than 2 ways
Of looking at things.
And most importantly,
I believe that even if you go down
One path, eventually, you can choose a different one.
I know that what I accept,
Reject, and believe isn't necessarily
Relevant to you.
But different perspectives
Can help you get through.
What’s it like to be black
Whole life pre planned before you come out the sack
We are creative and they hate it so they judge us for that
If selling mid to they kids
Is your plan of attack
You need to smoke a spliff with em
*** it’s bigger than that
This **** is bigger than rap
This **** is bigger than the memes
That you’re sharing on snap
We got the ku klux klans
Hiding under the mask
The Oval Office filled with squares
And they dumb as a mat
Our own president a racist
And it’s stupid in fact
I wanna beat his fathers ***
Just for teaching em that
Look em in the eyes
Just to show em I’m mad
I’m sorry mr Luther
I’m with Malcom on this
Look we tired as ****
They worried bout some buildings
When they killing the kids
I can’t even go outside
Without fearing the pigs
How A simple rollin stop
Turn to you’ll be missed
Celebration of my life
***  your fear of my skin
They won’t even stop there
They’ll do it again
you only loved her
because she felt
like sunshine
Sirens and drunk laughter
outside my window
burnt ciggerete butts
Empty cases
outside my window
no flowers grow
outside my window
only people peeing
outside my window
***** ***** **** traffic
no white fence
outside my window
a group of lowlifes
junkies and *******
outside my window
wouldn't mind seeing a garden
or a hot girl tanning
outside my window
Walk outside
****** and drunk person
puking
outside my window
moving soon moving soon moving soon
where ill see a backyard outside my window

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