It's high praise no matter who you are.
But to just another young fella
Who gets used to his mom calling him "handsome"
Probably because she's obligated to
"Beautiful" is something else
But what am I really after here?
Here's where it gets real:
I could be something to look at
But ya boy don't have real beauty to call his own, ya feel?
Because beauty ain't a product
Can't duplicate, replicate, or fabricate it
I grind but the grind won't get it
It's all I can do to contemplate it
Questions? Allow me to clarify
In God's image, he made me
And we all have that beauty
Obamacare, cousin, it's completely free
But I was still ugly on the inside:
Dark, cold, and sketchy
Full of evil wants and empty desires:
Eminem and his momma's spaghetti
Yet God still wanted me,
Sent his only Son to die for me
To the ends of the earth he pursued me,
From death to life, he took me
God did it all, fam
You could say that
He did it beautifully