There’s folk who like to toast with fine champagne in the works meanwhile James likes his martinis when they’re shaken, not stirred. But there’s a taste that I prefer that always places in first, it’s my brudda from anudda udder—milk.
The thing with MLK and I, It’s possible to have a dream When there’s milk in front of me I’m like the cat that got the... Milk.
I’m talking, slow motion froth sip. Milkstache stays on top lip. Stop. Lick.
I got this.
Forget those: down in one, powerbomb desperate for the end of it. If you want chemistry, Milk’s got them elements with benefits: what you know about calcium? what you know about teeth so bright everybody in the crowd see ‘em? Juice ain’t the only drink with vitamins, From A to B2 milk can help you get it in.
Milk’s the crop with the cream in it, can’t help but beam with it more letters than a postman’s load down the street with it, warm glass of milk, can help start to dream with it plus it builds your muscles up with the protein in it.
See without these, I’d be all sorts of floppy, awkward-bodied, yellow-bellied, jelly-legged, pencil sketch of stressed and restless less impressive specimens.
With milk, we see what our potential is it helps unlock the best within if we got the minerals, we can be in our element.