Theirs somethin' bout a fresh cut that'll
have a nigga look at the Sun
and say,
"Who you?"
The sound of them clippers polishing
ya crown sounds like a jeweler
carving a diamond.
I call my barber "The Claw" cuz he
nice with the clippers.
Them Saturday mornings is
Sunday School 4 niggas.
Coal comes in and diamonds come out.
When the barber steps back with the look
it's an artist admiring his masterpiece.
That gleam in his eyes say,
"You bout to break necks with one glance."
He baptizes you to Heaven with that spray
then stings you back down 2 Earth
with the alcohol
You pay the man
that's gettin you play tonight.
You'll break bread for bout
$20 or $25.
When he hands you the mirror
all you see is a King.
That fresh line up'll have ya hoes lined up
for ya arrow, ready to bounce on ya
like a pogo.
Don't let a brotha get a retwist that's like
pourin' candy drip on a diamond.
With a fade I already act famous
if my roots get replanted my nigga
I'm dangerous.
When the barber pulls off the cape
it feels more like a robe.
When you step from the chair
it feels more like ya throne.
When you walk outside and feel
the wind runnin' through ya fade
it's like God saying,
"I see ya my boa, but damn I need shades."
For the rest of the day errbody eyeing you
cuz what else you gone do when
you see a fresh cut diamond.
- QtheGreo
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I had 2 write a poem bout this cuz that haircut had ya boy on 10 nigga not 9🙌🏿💎.
ASÉ ✊🏿.
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