Bad Brains
Hair

People ask me everywhere is that really all your hair,
I just tell them that if it ain't well it sure don't
mean that no I can't. Just don't believe it's fair
to judge a man by the lengh of his hair.
Take two words, like hip and square the truth will
shine and not your hair. Even the blind can damn near
see whats outside you and inside me.
Down or high the truth or lie.
A weak man's laugh can be a strong man's cry.
Black or blond or nappy or fair,
you can't judge nobody by hair.
If I thought that yyou would care I'd wear a wig up
undeer my hair. Down or high the strongmans cry.
People everywhere ask is that really all your hair.
I just tell them if it ain't well it sure don't mean
I can't. I just don't belive it's fair to judge a man
by the length of his hair.


Mirror lyrics:

by the length of his hair.
I can't. I just don't belive it's fair to judge a man
I just tell them if it ain't well it sure don't mean
People everywhere ask is that really all your hair.
undeer my hair. Down or high the strongmans cry.
If I thought that yyou would care I'd wear a wig up
you can't judge nobody by hair.
Black or blond or nappy or fair,
A weak man's laugh can be a strong man's cry.
Down or high the truth or lie.
see whats outside you and inside me.
shine and not your hair. Even the blind can damn near
Take two words, like hip and square the truth will
to judge a man by the lengh of his hair.
mean that no I can't. Just don't believe it's fair
I just tell them that if it ain't well it sure don't
People ask me everywhere is that really all your hair,


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