Beautiful

Lately I've been hard to reach. I've been too long on my own.

Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.

Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?

Are you reaching out for me?

-And I'm reaching out for you. -I'm just so fucking depressed.

I just can't seem to get out this slump.

If I could just get over this hump, but I need something to pull me out this dump. I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and

I got right back up.

But I need that spark to get psyched back up in order for me to pick the mic back up. I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position

I'm in.

I'm starting to feel distant again, so I decided just to pick this pen up and try to make an attempt to vent.

But I just can't admit or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap.

I need a new outlet and I know some shit's so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow.

But I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow. One tough act to follow.

I'll be one tough act to follow.

Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a -thousand miles.

-In my shoes just to see what it's like to be me.

I'll be you, let's trade shoes just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other's minds just to see what we'd find.

Look at shit through each other's eyes.

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful. Oh.

They can all get fucked, just stay true to you.

So.

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful.

Oh. They can all get fucked, just stay true to you.

-So.

-I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor. Everything's so tense and gloom.

I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature of the room just as soon as I walk in.

It's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact 'cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that. I'm not looking for extra attention.

I just wanna be just like you, blend in with the rest of the room.

Maybe just point me to the closest restroom.

I don't need no fucking manservant tryna follow me around and wipe my ass.

Laugh at every single joke I crack and half of 'em ain't even funny like "Marshall, you're so funny, man, you should be a comedian, goddamn. "

Unfortunately, I am. I just hide behind the tears of a clown.

So why don't you all sit down? Listen to the tale I'm about to tell.

Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles.

In my shoes just to see what it's like to be me.

I'll be you, let's trade shoes just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other's minds just to see what we'd find. Look at shit through each other's eyes.

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful.

Oh.

They can all get fucked, just stay true to you. So.

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful.

Oh. They can all get fucked, just stay true to you.

-So.

-Nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we're dealt.

We gotta take these cards ourselves and flip 'em, don't expect no help.

Now I could've either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned or take the situation in which I'm placed in and get up and get my own.

I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed for a dad to show up who never did.

I just wanted to fit in in every single place, every school I went.

I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant acting stupid.

And Edna always told me keep making that face, it'll get stuck like that.

Meanwhile, I'm just standing there holding my tongue, trying to talk like that 'til I sucked my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at eight years old.

I learned my lesson then 'cause I wasn't tryna impress my friends no more. But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description.

'Cause where you see it from where you're sitting's probably a hundred and ten percent different.

I guess we would have to walk a mile in each other's shoes at least. What size you wear? I wear tens. Let's see if you can fit your feet.

In my shoes just to see what it's like to be me.

I'll be you, let's trade shoes just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other's minds just to see what we'd find. Look at shit through each other's eyes.

But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful.

Oh.

They can all get fucked, just stay true to you. So.

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful. Oh.

They can all get fucked, just stay true to you. So.

Lately I've been hard to reach.

I've been too long on my -own. -Oh.

Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.

-So. -Are you calling me?

Are you trying to get -through? -Oh.

Are you reaching out for me?

-And I'm reaching out for you. -So.

Yeah.

To my babies, stay strong.

Daddy be home soon. And to the rest of the world,

God gave you them shoes to fit you, so put 'em on and wear 'em.

Be yourself, man. Be proud of who you are.

Even if it sounds corny, but never let no one tell you you ain't beautiful.

So.