Society paints this big picture
of what everyone should be
so i stepped into this picture box
and now i was part of society

my clothes and my hair were my pride and joy
and my values were all wrong
then i got pregnant with my baby boy
and his wardrobe was just as strong

I had "super star" style
pregnant livin in the slum
a lot of bullshit just compiled
i lost my boy and my soul went numb

society's vanity filled my eyes
and began to swallow my morals
I spent six hundred dollars in july
just to put heels on my new Jordans

i was addicted to societys picture
like so many to societys coke
i continuously fed my addiction
until at last it rendered me broke

I lost my job, my soul, and my home
and all just for an image
my heart, my mind, and my spirit
were competing in this reality scrimmage

I felt in this world alone
and i was sick of being vain
i sold or pawned everything i owned
and wiped away most of the pain

I look around my empty life
and took in the emptiness
i trudged my bags and swallowed my pride
and i told myself "no regrets"

i took a break, lit a cigarette
then cut my hair to my natural locks
i am once again as real as i get
beacause i stepped back out of the box