This Is What I Live For

THAT’S WHAT I LIVE FOR Imperfectly made and have no gold to show But that doesn’t mean that I am not loved From head to toe, you see bunch of imperfections All you see is mess on my shoes – killing my disposition So many talks when my presence is not around Missing socks seem to be talk of the town But what is with you if I’d want to be this way We have our own roads to be taken – I’m going my way This sick culture seem to be agonizing for decades Innocence is finally killed, born to be one of them But the great thing of being mean is you know how to play I play the role of cat – chasing mouse all day! I’m imperfectly made but I have many things to show Not my dirty shoes even a dirt on my nose Even if I have nothing to show still I could make others happy That’s what I live for and you should do the same thing