The wool

My locks grew long and tall
These locks are my blanket
This cosy heart is my locks
Sister step over
Whoever step over
This is a covenant
Just like Samson, Enoch and Aaron I stand
Just like the Mau Mau of Kenya I stand
They grow further, I grow further
Searching for a hunk of consciousness
Like a woman with a Turbaned head I brawl for gleam
A woman on a turban you cannot see her on  rot routes
This quality on my head is my route
I am riding
Distinct I stand
Bless up