TenderHeaded

How come I can't do what **** I want do?

How come, how come?

Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through

How come, how come?

Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold

Since my cradle hit the flo

Tender head, my denim skrong

Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

Remember when I was a kiddo, growin' up in the middle

Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow

A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad

Sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps

Snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water

Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted

I told that man I wanted to look like Superman

But when he had the long hair

You know, kinda like Michael Jackson?

The damn barber just started laughin'

I cried as he gave me that bald fade

Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of sheddin' my innocence

I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians

With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness

Like a perm burned off my happiness

I sat silently acquiescent

Pitfalls of adolescence

Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales

Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves

"You wanna go to jail?"

"Hell naw, mister security!"

Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth

Talkin' bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house"

But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin' my record now

You pull a comb thru my afro, that shit'll crackle

Like a bowl full of Rice Krispies

Rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

How come I can't do what **** I want do?

How come, how come?

Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through

How come, how come?

Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold

Since my cradle hit the flo

Tender head, my denim skrong

How come, how come?

How come I can't say what **** I want say?

How come, how come?

Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain

How come, how come?

Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb

When my cradle hit the flo'

Tender head, my genes on swole

Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

I don't wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner

Unless it's produced by David Banner

Elbows on the lunch table, eatin' on a gravy sammich

Lil' nigga, no table manners

Crazy it attracted shawty's

On the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack for noggin'

Lil' nick at nighttime

Googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind

My block was a Rubix

Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock

And they could not ice cube it, damn

Mama, I don't like this school shit

**** a logarithm, I'll log into the music, damn

Daddy, I don't like this school shit

I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed

All my teachers think I'm challenged mentally

But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be

Instantly began a surgery

Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah *****, Yah!

All my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all

I been put it down the line like laundry

They told me find something more concrete

Now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete

Praises to God I ain't no convict

They'll never take away my confidence

How come I can't do what **** I want do?

How come, how come?

Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through

How come, how come?

Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold

Since my cradle hit the flo

Tender head, my denim skrong

How come, how come?

How come I can't say what **** I want say?

How come, how come?

Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain

How come, how come?

Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb

When my cradle hit the flo'

Tender head, my genes on swole

Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

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