I know you want me to be that type of dude And I want to be who you'd like me to But we both know, I can't do nothin' at all You say there's no use in walkin' out And I say there's just what I'm talkin' ‘bout ‘Cause we both know I can't do nothin' 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 ain't trynna be one We do our thing No apologies, no complaints and no refunds It's mad work to be done They may say I'm just a dreamer Well at least I'm thinkin' while I'm sleepin' ‘Cause the last thing I can do is nothin' at all They may say we'll never win against ‘em I say f** you and your cynicism As for me, I can't do nothin' at all My past plagued by a plethora of regrets In my agonist age I'm 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 I'm trained not to be a militant of combat Upon that, frame the shot – pop and aim Sayin' the game's soft be the will of him who want that “YO” said to be the idiom of paltry Yeah, the broke fed upon the brilliance of bawdry Lauded be, see folks spread – ahead go now The quote read by the billions, so pardon me The tag “sham” 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 y'all Goddamn he's pressin' it, best believe You can call me anything you'd like And I will call you when it's time to strike ‘Cause we both know I can't do nothin' at all We may not be in agreement now But we have got to try and work it out ‘Cause we both know we can't do nothin' 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 Some'll paint a piece, some'll spray with a machine gun It's mad work to be done