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letra de braids or fro - max mulrenan

braids or fro
yeah i still look cold
connection way deeper
i grow it from my soul
i said braids or fro
i still look cold
connection way deeper

how do i spit this verse without sounding like rasta
take pride in yourself
i learnt that from mufasa
identity on my head top
un breakable bedrock
versatility could never get fed up
when it’s out take in more
physically and mentally
feel quite youthful fundamentally
reminds me of the past times sentimentally
the feeling through my fingers urgh so heavenly
soak the nutrients up right to my core
the apple of my eye never been so inverted before
you see my 4 b
surely you wanna hear my story
the glory of the growth
i’ve sworn an oath
to carry on be me
no one else can match my energy
walk out the door in my capri sun jeans
show up to the barbers say “what you telling me”
braids or fro
yeah i still look cold
connection way deeper
grow it from my soul
braids or fro
yeah i still look cold
connection way deeper
i grow it from my soul
braids or fro
yeah i still look cold
connection way deeper
grow it from my soul
my hair defies gravity
i love the way it flows
my identity
i’m learning as it grows

get to barbershop nice and early 10:30
straight in the chair hair blown out firstly
wonder if i’ll still have hair when i’m 30
every time it still hurts me
woven into my brain
my head’s pounding
looking like andre 3000
afro a mountain
that you can’t get to the top of
growing two years and counting
man i love my surroundings
gyal dem only rate it when i’m braided up
and faded
blending out the lines the only time i was graded
if i never got the braids if i’d never been persuaded
i would never know what it like to be upgraded
rowing through the corn or it is cain
a style of generational pain
its right next to my brain
on my journey reminds me to stay in my lane
i might even switch locs if i want a change
braids or fro
yeah i still look cold
connection way deeper
i grow it from my soul
braids or fro
yeah i still look cold
connection way deeper
i grow it from my soul
braids or fro
yeah i still look cold
connection way deeper
grow it from my soul
my hair defies gravity
i love the way it flows
my identity
i’m learning as it grows

but also there’s pain behind the joy
used to wonder why it was this way as a boy
in year wanted to fit i was so distraught
got my dads gel and tried get a mohawk
i say it now it’s a mad thought
now there’s white girls with box braids
that are 10 shades darker than they should be
that’s calm “you do you b”
probably the same ones calling me a black sheep
it actually crazy
my curls are dna
wrapped around my finger in a certain way
reflecting my life when it’s knotted up in disarray
not just something i can just cut away
got this from someone i don’t like and don’t know
but over this is feels nice to let go
with what i’ve been blessed with
apart from in year nine when my head looked like a block of tetris
it took me a while to love it
but i can say it today
i’m so grateful to be able express myself in this way
yes you can ask you can look you can stare
but don’t you dare think about touching my hair
(don’t you dare!! tell em again)

braids or fro or locs, bantu knot and two strand twist
they all look cold but remember why they exist

- max mulrenan

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