This is a special shout going out to my mama, Ms. Ernestine Charles Mama used to do people hair in the kitchen Press and curl, hot curlers, everything I love you mama Black hair is (a revolution) Cornrows (uh-uh, honey, I am tender-headed) Jheri curls (style sophistication) Afro puff (ah-ooh, ah-ooh) Hair weave (call her Miss Ross) Braids (pride, respect) Extensions (more of a 90s fashion) Asymmetrical shroom (banji girl) I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you Black hair is (a revolution) Finger wave (a classic extravaganza) Press and curl (never mix, never worry) Flat top fade (very contemporary) Nail sculpture (urban distinction) Hot comb (ouch, mama, that was my ear!) Blow out kits (ooh, ooh tamba) No-lye relaxer (fried dyed and laid to the side) I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you Black hair is... Now mama got her own salon down on Auburn Avenue And if you wanna know what's happening in Atlanta Just go to the salon That's to you and all y'all down there, brothers and sisters Miss Earlene, Lizzy Dean, Renetta Little baby boy, Tone Tone, Leonard, K-Ron, Cornisha Peace my brothers and sisters Peace, love and hair grease A revolution, a revolution A re- re-, a revolution I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you Black hair is...

Yeah Oh babe so many things I'm gonna do to you I'm tryna get you real comfortable I am the one that's gon be pleasing you So baby Take off ya clothes and relax it babe Because I'm gonna give you head babe And have you shaking ya legs Ohhhh I'm tryna take ya back to my room Tryna put it in you real slow Bout ta give ya what ya ass want Cause that's what I came to do I'm tryna take ya back to my room Tryna put it in you real slow Smack that ass just a little mo Cause that's what I came to do Oh lady You ain't gotta hide Tell me why it took so long For you to come by Doesn't matter at all Go an put on a thong Just pull it to the side Come and take this ride Ride Bout ta give ya ass long strokes Gonna make sure I clear that throat I know you got a man at home But tonight it doesn't matter at all Uh huh uh huh Move to the rhythm of my drum Don't be afraid to let a nigga know When you about cum Cum I'm tryna take ya back to my room Tryna put it in you real slow Bout ta give ya what ya ass want Cause that's what I came to do I'm tryna take ya back to my room Tryna put it in you real slow Smack that ass just a little mo Cause that's what I came to do Tryna take ya back to my room Tryna put it in you real slow Bout ta give ya what ya ass want Cause that's what I came to do Uh huh oh uh uh huh I'm tryna take ya back to my room Tryna put it in you real slow Smack that ass just a little mo Cause that's what I came to do Uh huh

You don't even know me Even though I've been waiting for you in your street And I know it don't matter Even though I've been talking about you for weeks You want some things to happen but you don't want to believe You know I'd wait here I'd give you anything that you please And I know it don't matter Even though I've been talking about you for weeks You know you made me a promise that you don't seem to want to keep (player) I've been laying dead for six hours, hoping someone would call me You want some things to happen but you don't want to believe You know you made me a promise that you don't seem to want to keep I just can't believe that you gave me your disease You're an asshole to me, you make me grind my teeth Be careful with the love that you will receive Can't believe the way you treat honesty, don't lie to me I guess I should try and find the martyr inside me so I can breathe Inside of the foaming upholstery, mixed with some thin leaves it reads Something like you, you were like me, I don't wish to look beneath And find something I forgot about, shut your mouth before I pass out Wrap me 'til extremely dizzy and somewhat Byzantine

I was lost just wandering round downtown Many people pushing me around Hate spreads just like infection Those rats jumping on and off my back Fat black rats holding me down I see rats in every direction No time to catch your breath Crazy people lost their heads Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat Those rats breeding angriness and spite Never have done anything right for people like you and me Walk over all the people you can't see If they die there's more bread for me Like snakes crawling through the grass No time to catch your breath Crazy people lost their heads Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat Those rats breeding angriness and spite Never have done anything right for people like you and me See that face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see Once he was warm and was kind Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind See that face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see Once he was warm and was kind Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind

Tudo brilha, tudo é lindo, e seus amigos são de ouro Você é um sábio, um milionário, um malandro poderoso A bebida desce doce, amacia o cigarro A fumaça é perfumada, você manda no seu carro O problema é que no fim vem a conta O problema é que no fim tem que pagar O que mata é que o garçom tem um tridente E vai ter eternidade pra cobrar Todos riem da piada que não tem nenhuma graça O mal gosto te define, esculpido em carrara Os problemas são dos outros Só importa a sua vida O escárnio é seu comparsa, a falsidade é sua amiga O problema é que no fim vem a conta O problema é que no fim tem que pagar O que mata é que o garçom tem um tridente E vai ter eternidade pra cobrar O problema é que no fim vem a conta O problema é que no fim tem que pagar O que mata é que o garçom tem um tridente E vai ter eternidade pra cobrar O problema é que no fim vem a conta O problema é que no fim tem que pagar O que mata é que o garçom tem um tridente E vai ter eternidade pra cobrar