Cornrows (Reimagined)
Lachi
Pre-Cleared
Her significant contributions have extended to facilitating accessibility at the 64th and 65th GRAMMYs, where she was spotted traversing the red carpet, navigating confidently with a glamorous mobility cane. Lachi also made her mark on television, hosting a segment for PBS American Masters that shed light on disabled rebels.
Acclaimed as a "new champion in advocacy" by Billboard, Lachi has engaged in meaningful dialogues with influential institutions like the White House, United Nations, and Kennedy Center. Her endeavors and unique perspective have landed her features in esteemed publications such as Essence, Forbes, and The New York Times. These platforms celebrate her commitment to intersectionality which is echoed in her music productions, captivating storytelling, and distinctive fashion choices. Moreover, they applaud her for her inspiring, upbeat, and unapologetic display of disability pride.
ISRC
QZJG52605010
Custom Track ID
rLNZVq93eHLP
Composers
Lachi Music (BMI) 100.00%
Original Publishers
Lachi Music (BMI) 100.00%
Master Owners
Lachi Music 100.00%
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Composer
Lachi
Lyrics
BLACK GIRL CORNROWS
He who shall be lurking in the darkness shall be brought to life
If you ain’t afraid to show me where your heart is, step into the light
If you ain’t in the dark
Show me who you are
Show me who you are
If you ain’t in the dark
Show me who you are
Lachi she/her black girl cornrows
Black girl cornrows
Black girl cornrows
High heels gold wrists black girl cornrows
Big mouth chest out black girl cornrows
Black girl cornrows
Black girl cornrows
Big lips big hips black girl cornrows
Lachi she/her.
Black Girl Cornrows.
Brown skin, big city raised
Not born though
See me with a drip, from the face to the shoelace.
Hanging from the cane.
When they see me, blow the horns up loud!
I'm an incredibly proud Daredevil African child.
Straight from the roots of a ten generation pursuit
Of me chasing the greatness and bagging the loot.
And my forefathers knew and my poor father crew
And my rich mama flew to America
They would be better off shielded by heritage
Eye on the life of the white’s
Cuz it’s nice to be blind to the narrative.
I came out, yall was like bruh
Only a mother could love
Dreams on the hush
Diamond in rough
Now see me, wining, dining
Shine’s in the blood
And I am enough