A change of the hair is a change of the mind
Every single style brings you closer to find
The you that you like most or like most of the time 
Plus it's fun to switch it up and imagination shines
But I hate that were judged on the style that we choose
And what's created is a hate over what they think is you
But they really don't know man I swear they'll never know
What goes on under the fro they think they know but they don't know the truth
They see you happy and they label you bad and uncouth
All because of the styling that you put on your roof 
They say that he's a murderer, a hoodlum, he takes women's fruit
And I reply "do you have proof?"
John Wilkins booth had great hair
He still killed our leader
But you judge me with a blank stare
I swear this life is unfair
Society is so jacked 
Accusations so whack
I wonder if as people have we gotten our freedom back
Cuz it's looking real dark for that bit of grace
Please don't make me start on what I think about this place
But I digress, just know that I'm aware
Of the problems and abuse that happens over hair