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.