Nappy,
Kinky,
hair that refuses to comply
they call it can't ya don't ya,
can't ya comb it, don't ya try.

as a baby, they were sure that you had good hair
but when you turned 2, it turned too
a nappily inseparable pair...

as a child it was cool
to rock afro puffs to school,
but as a teen it just wouldn't suffice...

so you got you a perm,
but not 'til later did you learn,
that perms aint nothin nice...

now what used to be thick and healthy hair
is a chemically processed mess, thinning everywhere
split ends here,
bald spot there,
the things black women go through with their hair!

you'd give anything for that can't ya don't ya these days,
one more perm and you'll be shiny-bald like Isaac Hayes...

now in less than 2 weeks you're due for a touch up
but you're gonna tell your hair dresser that you've had enough
your gonna cut it all off and start all over again
can't ya don't ya, once the enemy, is now your best friend...

now what you gon' do with them short napps on ya head?
love and embrace it,
maybe you should grow some dreadz...lol...