Smoothie

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