My lazy ass don’t care
My lazy ass don't care
My beard can achieve what it wants to
What I want I can wear
My girlfriend I feel like she may sue
My lazy ass because she don't like it
But whether my beard was 2 inches or 10 feet long,
I don't give a shit.
At work, I be serving up dat food real fast
My legs be giving out, I might not last
'Till the end of my shift, the customers don't let up
And then my manager calls me to the hall
"Son, why don't you ever shave at all?"
I'm like man, I know you got an appreance to maintain,
and them customers don't like seeing a brown boy with mane
but I gotta keep it real inside;
without my beard I feel naked.
Although something I did not confide:
To me, I didn't give a fuck about what he or anyone said
You can't change me,
You can't display me,
As someone who don't cut his beard
For no one,
I preserve my manlihood and confidence
Over others' self-proclaimed common sense.