Tryin' to run my fingers through these nappy roots

 Twist, locks, kinks, all around Carelessly playing with these nappy roots My fingers are restricted  These roots are so constricted This image I depicted In the end, has me conflicted Instead, they want me straight Illusions I've yet to desecrate Straighteners ain't no solution And the easy way is pollution So I'm stuck in this state of confusion With these roots and dilution  No equilibrium or solution Intentional prostitution  Maybe one day I'll be free from this prosecution