Long Hair Don't Care

You know what they say right?
«An Indian ain’t an Indian without his flow»
So if one more motherfucker come up to me and tell me to get my hair cut
You know what I’ma say:
Long hair, don’t care
When I got my first cut, I was about 3
I remember that shit like I was 13
Hair messing up the place
Tears dripping down my face
Pissed off at my pops like
«How could you betray me?»
Hey, but I never let it phase me I never knew it then
That my hair is what would make me Said, «Long hair on a man looks lazy»
Couldn’t understand that it represented bravery
I never knew it then, but I do now
Stand out in a crowd 'cause my skin brown
Now I keep my hair down
And I whip it all around
Like it’s part of my regalia
Flowin' at a powwow
«Long hair, don’t care,» I say it proudly
«Long hair, don’t care,» man I say it loudly
We the first of the nation
With beauty all around us Long black hair boy
Tell me how you found us Tell me a little something about your hair my cousin
The thing about my hair is that I grow it 'cause I love it And I’m sick of hearing people asking when I’m gonna cut it You’re a native undercover
Like the Indian in the Cupboard
And I’m Johnny Redcorn
I’m a bad motherfucker- (ah!)
He’s a bad motherfucker!
And that’s been me Ever since birth
Fuck what you heard
I’ve been called worse
Long hair, don’t care, man
I’m sick of your opinions
I’ma do me, I’m a motherfuckin' Indian
Hey! Long hair, long hair
Hey! Don’t care, don’t care
Hey! If ain’t nobody likin' what we doin'
What we tell them, man, shit: «Long hair, don’t care!»
Hey! Long hair, long hair
Hey! Don’t care, don’t care
Hey! If you feel a type of way about Minay
What we say: «Long hair, don’t care!»
(When you see, when you see me)
When you see me on the street
I notice how you look at me (I see you)
It’s like I’m walking into Tiffany’s
You can tell yourself that you don’t see my ethnicity (ok)
But your eyes say it differently
That’s how it’s been
And this is how it will be (and you know!)
This ain’t no epiphany
Even I’m sick of me The vanity is killing me This bullshit’s getting to my head (no diggity)
Something’s got to give
But what’s new?
Is it the brown skin, black flow, or tattoos?
Or the fact that I’m in public sippin' on a brew?
Someone tell me what’s the difference
Between me and you (let me think about it)
I ain’t got a clue
But I flex on them haters like bamboo (flex on them)
I been called a dirty chug
But it ain’t true
Long hair, don’t care, no shampoo
I’m a rapper getting fatter
With a mind like skitter skatter
And I’m climbing up the ladder
Talking about what really matters
I got people coming up like, «Good God
Get your hair cut and get a real job!»
I’m a redskin, no outlaws
I don’t rock a gold chain, I rock a bear claw
I don’t keep my hair long 'cause I don’t care
It’s long because I’m an Indian
Go ahead and stare
Hey! Long hair, long hair
Hey! Don’t care, don’t care
Hey! If ain’t nobody likin' what we doin'
What we tell them, man, shit: «Long hair, don’t care!»
Hey! Long hair, long hair
Hey! Don’t care, don’t care
Hey! If you feel a type of way about Minay
What we say: «Long hair, don’t care!»
Hey! Long hair, long hair
Hey! Don’t care, don’t care
Hey! If ain’t nobody likin' what we doin'
What we tell them, man, shit:
«Long hair, don’t care!»
Hey! Long hair, long hair
Hey! Don’t care, don’t care
Hey! If you feel a type of way about Minay
What we say: «Long hair, don’t care!»