Yo we was talking earlier and I was telling you talking bout life

I feel like life is like braided hair

Its sorta like twist you know

Bout braided hair like twist

You know three strands twist together

Ultimately you get to where you wanna get to



From the same dirt from the heels of my ancestors

The naked roads and the fields where the pain festered

And I wonder where the hold came from

In the deeps of my heart make me yearn for the drum

It's the same place where the cross is burned

The same place where the loss was earned

It's the place where the floss was yearned

Gold teeth and bling ice on the ring baby sure



We've all got things that hang at the back

Things that make us cool,

Things that make us whack,

Things that make us mad

Things we wish we never had done

But they're just the things that make us real

Not the maps to guide where we go from here

The road twists and braids our hair

Until we all get there



I like that I don't know some mysteries

Ancient things and beginnings

Excited about the day when I don't have to hear all the theories

My scalp needs some grease

It's the same place where the crosses burned

The same place where the loss was earned

The only way we all can learn

Is if we have these braids with the twist and turns so



Walking in the race of life

Looking for my own pace

Not always wanting to but I have to

Sometimes feeling like I've bitten off much more than I could chew

But the wind goes though my hair

Lifts me up with ease not a crease

Hair full of grease no weave embracing me

It's you I see

I am you and you are me I see yeah

I am you and you are me I see

We might survive as brothers ye