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Smoothie

from Real Talk by Frak & Nicky C

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Too many unhappy people, all the grenches are stressing,
Opressing their mental tension, Congestion into depression
Fencing all their aggression into the essence of pressure,
Speedin through life inception, without digesting a lesson,
Those who are hurrying, scurrying and worrying,
Nervously squirming with urgency like life is a tournament
You know the person whose worshipping at the services,
But their only purpose is turbulance as vertebrates
All they do is complain, bout the pain, bout the rain, bout the game, even when they’re on a plane,
Gosh there’s no room for my feet on the ride,
Do you realize your in a seat in the sky?
But you call the stewardess and weep and you cry,
throw my R Kelly on, I believe I can fly
Complain about the internet, complain about the weather,
so they go and smoke a cigarette and wish that it was better,
It’s like some type of disconnect from all the world’s beauty,
So now you’re just a silhouette of everything you could be

Take ya time and appreciate the landscapes,
Cuz roads are man paved, and time is man made,
And if you rush you miss all of the beauty,
So when life is juicy, ima make a smoothie,
Keep it sloopy, ima make a smoothie


Just like presto, that is my manifesto,
To manifest the zest of life until it’s fresh as pesto,
And yes I’m from the west coast, where were known to be laid back,
But even in San Francisco, people are he ctic maniacs,
But yo us, were just rascals who are out dark,
Learning all of life’s lessons from South Park,
rules and regulations , Too cool for limitations,
Extending the youth, bending the truth, of simulation
Around the crevices of town, I get worrying looks,
Hands blistered from work, faces buried in books,
And for the future, they forget about their present,
And looking back they’re sentenced with an empty adolescence,
Playing a game of numbers, religion, money and minutes,
Calculating until their vision’s muddy with limits,
Time was created by a man who was a pantomime,
Just a boundary on humanity, it’s black and white
You can’t be satisfied waiting on the afterlife,
Sacrifice good meat for your appetite,
when you die get ready for a brash surprise,
Actually don’t, you won’t even be half alive,
Too many people obedient to the median
Mixing life but using the wrong ingredients
My recipe is the missing key for nourishment,
Some encouragement, some learning and some flourishing
A dab of happiness a pinch of relaxing,
An accent of anything you find to be your passion,
An ounce of music and a whole pint of laughing,
And some silliness to combat the time that’s passing
So throw it in a smoothie and blend it together
And eventually time stops, suspending forever

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from Real Talk, released January 3, 2012

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