Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Human (Alternative), artist - Michael Franti. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Stay Human (Alternative) |
| Starvation is the 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 to feel alone like a tree in a desert |
| dried up like the skin of a lizard |
| but full of colour 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 a 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 givin' 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 neighbour tell afriend |
| every box gotta right to be bomin' |
| because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap |
| can I hear it once again |
| Boom Bap tell your neighbour tell a friend |
| Every flower got a right to be boomin' |
| 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 motion |
| rock 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 religon |
| 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 got a right to be bloomin' |
| stay human |
| (chorus) |
| All the freaky people make the beauty of the world |
| You 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' |
| 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 yo mama |
| take a mental trip to the Bahamas |
| steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma |
| (chorus) |