Rinse this conditioner off of all my coils and locks Lather my chestnut colored skin I mainly get from my pops And most the tension dissolves right as the temperature talks See this complexion is a mix of both manila and chocolate Filipino and black-rooted demeanor is soft This skinny monotone is singing out his soul to a faucet Need a retreat or a long trip, know I seek to belong Just like these sentences that searching for some peace on a song I want to sing to an audience or be free with my conscience But I curl in when the world is on the brink of applause I'd like to sync with my spirit and get an ear for my god Believe we're longing for the moments that lack reason and logic My friends call it zen when we're not thinking, but honest I might leave this town and go live out my life in the tropics That's my oath to this earth, that's once I see most the world I pray to god I'm not balding but making peace with my curls