Here, here, take the towel, wipe off your brow/
And take the contact out your eye
you're far from lookin' fly/
You get an E for effort, and T for nice try/
Now tell me what's the reason,
for dyin' your hair/
Slum village gold still dangling in your ear/
You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope/
Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope/
You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do/
Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue/
Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true/
And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you/