So what

You think me famous, you think, you think!
So what, I don't.

You think to heal and sit and do nothing.

So what you think, ya think ya got it all down.

But what, what , what am I to do?

Rushing in the dark telling secret rumors.

Mind controls called dark Witnesses...
ha, with name tags and who else
running the show.

So what, I don't get anything but suggestions and solutions,
of the dark.

I don't care, so what when I get up on top,
I will not be looking down.

Ass wholes, can't stand none of yah!

What me tell a lie, NO!

So, what I don't care.

Clicks and taps, whistles...
how bout can't be a professional, not when I'm around.

You can't be that cos you asking me the questions!
So what! WHAT?

What is up - will go down and then my frown
a front faceward clown.

It's cool, but so what.
Can't talk, cos all I see is fights and enemies.

So what, I don't care....