God put the wrong pieces together

God made me
God put a boy with groove and moves
but bad arms
and bad lungs
why be a bboy if i can swipe in the air
and windmill the waves away
why...
he put the cursed jacket in my arms
the music in my itunes
and the perfect space
but its like giving a boy super smash bros. Brawl
but all the Wii's are sold out
no no no
it's like giving a boy a Nintendo Wii and Brawl
but the factory forgot to give him a Wiimote
and it's Christmas night
Damn it why-
it seems i lost it all
but why am i better
i can do swipes on to my feet a still pump the beat
i can do 2 times as many crickets as before
wtf...