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Smile....
Yo I wanna smile My body's kinda tired So my face doesn't think it's a fitting reply To the day's forever trials Forever...cause they seem just like that One after the other No time for a break....no time to relax So I pass through the day like gas Or rather I let it pass through me like a bad fart formed in my bowels, but uplifted to the sky above Going wherever the wind blows No destination, or a particular place Yet all over,you percieve it on peoples' face And that's just what the day feels to me Yet, I want to smile, though I wanna cry Where do I find the will to do opposite what my body wishes And follow my spirit Cause my spirit can't be broken Like a shattered bottle of heinekein Contents of which People use to quench the sorrows within But I don't drink Neither do I smoke...tobacco or weed Guess I'm high on life Cause I still wanna smile Even if am not high on jack Atleast am alive to pick up the slack Maybe that's why I have the urge to smile
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