Black curls floating in the air, a crystal on her neck and motherly handsLocks over her head, visionary lens, scholars all over the placeCan you smell it in her scent?Tears over my face, the eyes of a close friendCall me my inner shivers and the storm withinI'm ready to let go, I'm ready to beginI guess it's the right place, there's no one else I should be withIf I let a white man cut my hair, I would lose myselfIf I let a white man cut my hair, I would lose myselfI would lose myselfI would lose myselfRed clothes growing off my headI said I like myself, she saidWhere was me before this?Coiled up on the floor with everything it took for me to be hereEveryone seems specialized on working with all hardshipsBut everywhere I go it's always you and not meI can't believe I almost ended up in my pieceTo the ones who tried to damage my legacyIf I let a white man cut my hairI would lose myselfIf I let a white man cut my hairI would lose myselfIf I let a white man cut my hairI would lose myselfIf I let a white man cut my hairI would lose myselfIf I let a white man cut my hairI would lose myselfA white man cut my hairI would lose myselfAnd it happenedAnd I saw my hair on the floorI felt a bit sadBut at the same time I felt really relievedCause it's just hairBut at the same time it's not just hairIt's not just haira lot of life it's a lot of commitment and love and a lot of learning and now it's gonebut it's still with me