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?

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