 Why you so nappy-headed? Why don't you press it out? Negative pressure was crucial, it had me stressing out. I never knew I was different until they pointed out. Black in a white world, that shit they never thought about. Spell was thick, cathed and spilt blood. Seemed hate had won the last, messed around and finally killed love. But I knew, like raps and badu and incense, that I was just paying dues like a tenant paid rent. Yes, sir. We living through the rain and the sun.