Chop

Once upon a time I sung a song about dreads

Later down the line I combed the rough ends 

Now i’m in a time feeling free, with no regrets 

I scream rage by cutting away my past friends 

My 10 year trend, still remeber the day they began

My locs was with me, coping my late fathers death 

Hid behind my knots, trying to cover my aniexty 

As you can see dread locks is not the end of me…. and i may get them again 

But until then…. watch me shred πŸ„πŸΎβ€β™€οΈπŸŒŠ 

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