Nothin' at All - Common Market

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 fuck 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