Slightly imperfect

Now a day's people kill themselves

To bullying

Because it hits them below the belt

Now a day's people hate

So others self mutilate

Now a day's the works is concerned with how they look

Not a book

Concerned about there weight

Conserned about what to wear

About there hair

About who stairs

About who cares,

Now a day's all you see is women being subjugated

And every one is fine with that

No one bats an eye

But say men are better at something than a women and

The whole world cries

Now do you see what I am trying to say?

When can't we.go back to those simpler days

The world is cruel

Hate is its fuel

And people are blind

Behind the devils disguise.

Listening to his lies

Before they know it

Time flies and what's left of them?

The.make up kit in the bathroom

The perfectly polished nails of a 70 year old women

Oh wait She was only 40

My bad those wrinkles were because

She.smoked

She did coke

That's what others are concerned with when I only hope

She.revoked

Or maybe she felt.the church thing

Wasn't her scene

Now another one to hell

And he cries because

When.you believe the lies

The devil starts to ply

Your soul from the fingers of God

Now this what I'm saying

I'm not judging anyone who feels this goes out to them

But seriously you guys

Your dumb

Concerned with how they look to others but not confident enough to think How there soul looks  too him

You all don't.understand

That when you die You don't leave

With Pravda, coogi or channel

You leave with nada

Your self

No products

He doesn't say

"Ooh those are some cute boots"

It's not a clique where you have to look fabulous

That's hilarious

What any don't know is

Your automatically in his heart

You begin in his hands and makes you shapes you

Like the artist with clay

It takes days months to make you

Than he breathes into you

What people don't understand is

That God makes them the way he sees them

Not the way advertising does

Her waist line doesn't have to be

2 to be a model for God

It can be 32

What I'm saying is

Thinking you're slightly imperfect

Is.perfection

in his eyes