Will Not Part My Hair

I will not part my hair, my head is not the sea and you will not make it scare. Jesus is still risen, yet you seek to be now "fair"-against the laws of righteous in earth you give your prayer. The cloth from which we're grown you seek to make a tear, two you come as one but we see you as a pair. Three you disagree with your boldness grows a snare, caut within the masses seek to part their hair.