Stay Human (all The Freaky People)

This one's dedicated to all the freaky people out there

All those lovely freaks and weirdos

who just tryin' to make it through life, you know what I'm sayin'

Sometimes it's rough out there, try to keep a sense of humor

Try to stay human, know what I'm sayin

Starvation is a creation of the devil, a rebel

I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow

bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle

Of the city isolation is a riddle

To be surrounded by a million other people

but feel alone like a tree in the desert

Dried up like the skin of a lizard

But full of color like the spots of a leopard

Drum and bass pull me in like a shepherd

scratch my itch like a needle on a record

Full of life like man gone to Mecca

Sky high like an eagle up soaring

i speak low but I'm like a lion roaring

Baritone like a Robeson recordin'

I'm giving thanks for bein' human every morning..

[chorus]

Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap

can I hear it once again!

Boom Bap tell your neighbor tell a friend

every box gotta right to be boomin'

Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap

can I hear it once again!

Boom Bap tell a neighbor tell a friend

every flower gotta right to be bloomin'!

Stay Human!

Be resisstant, the negativity we keep it at a distance

call for backup and I'll give you some assistance

Like a lifesaver deep in the ocean

Stay afloat here upon the funky motion

rock and roll upon the waves of the season

Hold your breath and your underwater breatin'

To be rhymin' without a real reason

is to claim but not to practice a religion

If television is the drug of the nation

satellite is immaculate reception

Beaming in they can look and they can listen

so you see don't believe in the system

To legalize you or give you your freedom

You want rights ask 'em, they'll read 'em

But every flower gotta right to be bloomin'..

Saty human..

[chorus]

All the freaky people make the beauty of the world [x8]

You see Y2K ya know is a moment n time we find that we can open

Up a heart that's locked or been broken, by the pain of words not spoken

Or shot by guns and still smokin'

Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa or drive by bang in Testarossa

We need to heed the words of Dalai Lama

or at least the words of ya mama

Take a mental trip to the Bahamas

Steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma..

[chorus]

All the freaky people make the beauty of the world

[repeat till song fades away]