Do What I Gotta Do

So I do what I gotta do
Drink a beer on a Monday afternoon
My potential is rotting in a can
And the devil has got the upper hand
So here I am, wrestling with the man
In the mirror running through my head
Disappear and reappear again
Now it’s clear that I’m already dead
So I do what I gotta do
Smoke a joint and laugh at me and you
Watch the people as they walk on by
I’m so happy I think that I could cry
And When I do, it’ll all come out
I will prove that I can be myself
Disappear and reappear again
Now it’s clear that I’m already dead
So I do what I gotta do
Put a band-aid right over the bruise
Plant a seed and leave it to the wind
If it grows I hope to see it live
And here I am, mother nature’s child
With a problem that I could never solve
I could be anything I want
But today I think I’d rather not