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I know you want me to be that type of dude
And I want to be who youâd like me to
But we both know, I canât do nothinâ at all
You say thereâs no use in walkinâ out
And I say thereâs just what Iâm talkinâ âbout
âCause we both know I canât do nothinâ at all
We do our thing, son
Some will spend a lifetime trying to find a reason
We do our thing, son
War takes prisoners and I aint trynna be one
We do our thing
No apologies, no complaints and no refunds
Itâs mad work to be done
They may say Iâm just a dreamer
Well at least Iâm thinkinâ while Iâm sleepinâ
âCause the last thing I can do is nothinâ at all
They may say weâll never win against âem
I say fuck you and your cynicism
As for me, I canât do nothinâ at all
My past plagued by a plethora of regrets
In my agonist age Iâm a questioner of precepts
If we left the staff in place to blaze the path then, uh
The shackles stay and bind the sequitur to each step
The chain, boss, be an irritant to contact
Iâm trained not to be a militant of combat
Upon that, frame the shot â pop and aim
Sayinâ the gameâs soft be the will of him who want that
âYOâ said to be the idiom of paltry
Yeah, the broke fed upon the brilliance of bawdry
Lauded be, see folks spread â ahead go now
The quote read by the billions, so pardon me
The tag âshamâ is but a negligent critique
While some had a chance others fester in the disease
The kid needs to pack the jam, man I get at yâall
Goddamn heâs pressinâ it, best believe
You can call me anything youâd like
And I will call you when itâs time to strike
âCause we both know I canât do nothinâ at all
We may not be in agreement now
But we have got to try and work it out
âCause we both know we canât do nothinâ at all
We do our thing, son
Long as you do yours, land here become fecund
We do our thing, son
Through the act we attract two, hope to reach one
We do our thing
Someâll paint a piece, someâll spray with a machine gun
Itâs mad work to be done