I gotta wipe my tears
Troubles will not last
Shards of broken glass
In the mirror that I stand
I tell myself baby girl, it's gon' be okay
But wait, didn't I say that yesterday
I cry in frustration as I part my thick hair
Because everybody loves it flowing in the air
I'm shown as ghetto and bitter too
Okay well, keep going, and just love you
But it's a hard thing to do when the world won't let you
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
Walking down these halls
Covering my, cocoa butter skin
No mama please, relax my hair
Even if my natural hair still win
And maybe I, I can be
Pretty
The epitome of an American teen
While my brother's blood is being poured on the streets
On national tv
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
It's hard for a black child, it's hard for a black child
But I will fight, I will win
While I lavish, my black skin
With the love and empowerment
That she deserves
It's hard for a black child, it's hard for a black child
But I will fight, I will win
While I lavish, my black skin
With the love and empowerment
That she deserves
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
Ahhh, Ahh
You be my black holy child
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I gotta wipe my tears
Troubles will not last
Shards of broken glass
In the mirror that I stand
I tell myself baby girl, it's gon' be okay
But wait, didn't I say that yesterday
I cry in frustration as I part my thick hair
Because everybody loves it flowing in the air
I'm shown as ghetto and bitter too
Okay well, keep going, and just love you
But it's a hard thing to do when the world won't let you
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
Walking down these halls
Covering my, cocoa butter skin
No mama please, relax my hair
Even if my natural hair still win
And maybe I, I can be
Pretty
The epitome of an American teen
While my brother's blood is being poured on the streets
On national tv
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
It's hard for a black child, it's hard for a black child
But I will fight, I will win
While I lavish, my black skin
With the love and empowerment
That she deserves
It's hard for a black child, it's hard for a black child
But I will fight, I will win
While I lavish, my black skin
With the love and empowerment
That she deserves
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
Ahhh, Ahh
You be my black holy child
Troubles will not last
Shards of broken glass
In the mirror that I stand
I tell myself baby girl, it's gon' be okay
But wait, didn't I say that yesterday
I cry in frustration as I part my thick hair
Because everybody loves it flowing in the air
I'm shown as ghetto and bitter too
Okay well, keep going, and just love you
But it's a hard thing to do when the world won't let you
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
Walking down these halls
Covering my, cocoa butter skin
No mama please, relax my hair
Even if my natural hair still win
And maybe I, I can be
Pretty
The epitome of an American teen
While my brother's blood is being poured on the streets
On national tv
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
It's hard for a black child, it's hard for a black child
But I will fight, I will win
While I lavish, my black skin
With the love and empowerment
That she deserves
It's hard for a black child, it's hard for a black child
But I will fight, I will win
While I lavish, my black skin
With the love and empowerment
That she deserves
Girl put your hair in those bantu knots
And confidently show your black roots
Better keep on believing
Cause I sure do
You are beauty, no matter what they tell you
Ahhh, Ahh
You be my black holy child
Writer: Kayda Samone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid