you can say what you want,
you can pose and front,
but, yo, it don't really matter,
you can scream, you can yell,
succeed or fail,
but you'll slowly start to shatter.

you can fight,
you can write,
you can piss and gripe,
and try to climb up the ladder,
but know this,
the abyss will swallow and kiss,
as you become decomposed matter.

i don't care,
if my record sells,
or if thousands crowd and they yell.
i don't care,
if the hip-hop heads turn away and say
pigeon john has turned gay.
see, i don't care,
working as an office clerk
to pay rent and say my cents.
and i don't care,
if only two people come to my show,
i'm still make'n dents.

you can say what you want,
you can pose and front,
but, yo, it don't really matter,
you can scream, you can yell,
succeed or fail,
but you'll slowly start to shatter.

you can fight,
you can write,
you can piss and gripe,
and try to climb up the ladder,
but know this,
the abyss will swallow and kiss,
as you become decomposed matter.

i don't mind,
not being known,
but bein' an example that will only be cloned.
i don't mind,
being myself,
even if it holds me from possible wealth.
see, i don't mind,
living true life,
and having that peace in the presence of stride.
and i don't mind,
if it's night or day,
because in the end we will all pass away.