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Stay Human Lyrics


Starvation is the creation of the devil, a rebel
I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow
Bringin' flowers to the grave in the middle
Of the city isolation is a riddleTo be surrounded by a million other people
But feel alone like a tree in a desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
But full of color like the spots of a leopardDrum and bass pull me in like a shepherd
Scratch my itch like a needle on a record
Full of life like a man gone to Mecca
Sky high like an eagle up soaringI speak low but I'm like a lion roaring
Baritone like a Robeson recordin'
I'm givin' thanks for bein' human
Every morning, morning, morning
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 flower gotta right to be bloomin'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 flower got a right to be bloomin'Be resistant, 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 motionRock and roll upon the waves of the season
Hold your breath and your underwater breathin'
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 systemTo legalize you or give you your freedom
You want rights ask em', they'll read em'
But every flower got a right to be bloomin'
Stay humanBecause 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 flower gotta right to be bloomin'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 flower got a right to be bloomin'Because all the freaky people make the beauty of the world
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
Because all the freaky people make the beauty of the world
We saw all the freaky people make the beauty of the world
Stay humanYou see Y2K ya know is a moment
In 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 a still smokin'
Cart wrights out on the PonderosaOr drive by bang in Testarossa
We need to heed the words of Dalai Lama
Or at least the words of yo mama
Take a mental trip to the Bahamas
Steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, commaBecause 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 flower gotta right to be bloomin'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 flower got a right to be bloomin'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 flower gotta right to be bloomin'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 flower got a right to be bloomin'Because all the freaky people make the beauty of the world
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
Because all the freaky people make the beauty of the world
Stay human
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Michael Franti is a gifted and much-heralded spoken word artist and political activist from San Francisco, CA. As leader of the politically and socially-charged group Spearhead, Franti is at the forefront of hip-hop's renaissance, expanding the music's boundaries as he draws on funk and soul-driven beats. Through his music and poetry, Franti tackles a range of issues--the criminal justice system, corporatization of our daily lives, AIDS, gay rights, homelessness, the death penalty, drug addiction and suicide.

His project Spearhead produced the critically acclaimed Home in 1990. The album contained his biggest single, "Hole in the Bucket," a thoughtful lament on the plight of the homeless, and "Positive," which addressed the growing AIDS epidemic. The album boasted adept funk samplings, sinuous guitar vamps, and soulful, melodic tracks about family and social injustice. 1997's Chocolate Supa Highway was not as pop-friendly as Home, but neither did its themes of kidnappings and police brutality lend themselves to such overt accessibility. Its mixture of harsher musical styles -- techno, rock, and funk -- was a step forward for Franti as his world view broadened and deepened. In 2001, Franti released Stay Human. In it he expresses his anger at the system, his advocacy of love, and his belief in freedom through individuality and self-expression through a set of songs that revolve around a fictitious death penalty case. In it, his embrace of the genres that inspired him is achieved with eloquence.

Earlier projects of Franti include The Beatnigs and The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy, which had more of an experimental/industrial sound, but addressed many of the same social/political issues.

As a celebration of the Election of Barack Obama Franti recorded the Obama Song, offered as a free track on downloaded at their offical website, www.michaelfranti.com/.

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