Boonaa - Boonaa Mohammed - Pursuit of Perfection

DOWNLOAD ALBUM AT WWW.BOONAA.COM - For bookings or other inquires contact boonaamohammed(at)gmail.com or www.boonaa.comPursuit of PerfectionIn my pursuit of perfection,I have dropped the fat that has been holding me down,And as you can tell I am pretty brittle guy, so that stuff went down without a sound,The bulk of pounds seeping from my insecuritiesCovering up my sorrow with long sleeves and baggy jeans,But today, I stand proud in front of you, weighing a whole 122 L-B-S,Of stressed and worked out flesh,I've always been pretty thin, all my kin are scrawnyBefore 12, I'd broken almost every single bone in my bodyI love to swim, but haven't hit the pools since junior high schoolBecause kids can be rude, ruin your day and your mood,Plus you know what they say about East African dudesI've heard every single joke about world vision, or my family not having food,But those fools, how do they know, that stuff could have been true,But it wasn't, I'm just a skinny guy, what do you really want me to doBulk up like those dudes in the muscle mags do,I tried doing protein shakes but that stuff tastes like chunky pooAnd no point lifting weights, 10's about all I can doPlus Cardio makes me tired and steroids just aint coolI enjoy my way, sleeping in on FridaysEverybody's gone crazy trying to lose weight, hey throw some my wayWith all your cool machines, and burn fat quick schemes,What about people like me who only get stretch marks in our dreams,No reality TV, documenting boney people like me,As we attempt to gain weight for the sake of our families,And every night I cry for rolls, you know sometimes I don't wanna see my toes,Cause seeing fat on a man is still more culturally appropriate than just seeing bones,So chubby people chill out, you're not the only ones who've got it badUnfortunately my diet plan includes eating anything I wanna have,Anytime, occasional 3 a.m. steaks are great everydayBut what sneaks in your body must also find a way to escapeInstantly, my metabolism is like the U.S. infantry,As soon as it smells trouble, it's quick to squeeze,At Ease, yes it was me who cut the cheeseI might as well just eat on the toilet the way food runs through meProbably more than you needed to know, but all for a purpose, you seeMy point is that I have never been perfect,And chances are that I will never be,But oh, woe is me, the sad little skinny boy,Writing his sad little skinny poetry,Please do not pity me, because pity is for the weakAnd trust me I am nothing short of a thousand HerculesIn my pursuit of perfection,I have realized that physically there is nothing wrong with me,All my joints and bones and everything else is where it's supposed to beI'm healthy, and to my knowledge I don't have any kind of sickness or diseaseBut all my life people have always been bothering meI think I kind of know what its like to be one of those little girls on Degrassi,Cause every time I take off my shirt, I think everyone's laughing at me,But what can I say; this is just the way that I was madeYes, I'm skinny but some of you are ugly, and I could just gain weightSo don't be fooled by this material world's façade,Just say Alhumdulie, because everyday just another reason to thank GodSo people, don't be sad, be happy for all the blessing you have in this lifeOn next weeks episode of "pursuit of perfection" we will discuss, my height© Boonaa Mohammed - 2008