Coolness Part 1

What is it to be cool, anyhow? And what of part 2?

In my dreams I'm everywhere.
Who does your hair?
A sprained ankle ain't enough to keep me down,
I can still hobble around
fine.
Don't need to know what's mine.
If I had to ask how could
I know it was good?
Can't prove it.
Got no cane, no crutch to move it,
standing leaning on the wall,
it may not be cool to fall
but to pick yerself back
up. Cut me some slack
if my hair's a mess
or I'm in a state of undress
'cause I'm fine with what I am
and I've always got a plan