Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Street Poison (Stressed Out Mix) lyrics

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Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - Street Poison (Stressed Out Mix) lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One] So when they say, "Yo, you know your lyrics are explicit" I say, "Yo, I rap the Star Spangled Banner" [Hook] The hood don't change, never let it wash your brain Treat poison in your veins [Verse 1: KRS-One] Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? America, America, what have you done? You used to be the whole light of the world like the sun Now look what you've become This unified, what happened to one of many won? What happened to the social security fund? You know, thieves and candidates both run Man, don't look so stunned You know what you're gonna get when you get KRS-One [Hook: Bumpy Knuckles] The hood don't change, never let it wash your brain Treat poison in your veins People gotta die, how many stars rearrange ? screaming I know it's there, let me hold something Before I let somebody hold something Please Cause I'm stressed out all the way [Verse 2: KRS-One] I blast first, unemployment that hurts Is it too much to ask for a government that works? Poverty ? for everyone Sickness, hatred, ignorance, that can hit anyone Any run, others grab hold of they gun They need hundreds of dollars but they're holding the one A single, while their children are hypnotized By hard price commercial jingles Where is the president take a mingle Amongst the people in the streets Airports and the malls, healthcare debates Immigration reports, none of that appeals to me at all I want global education, helps me compete America's education should match the streets I want less cops on the streets And only the best cops on the streets [Hook: Bumpy Knuckles] I wanna spit the rough over the airways To play up by deejays that's not on air slaves I don't like the drug lords, they're the crappiest They deny citizens they pursue to the happiness Drug abuse is dangerous, not d** They should be sold by doctors only, not thugs We losing our bugs and our birds Species of plants and [?] that you never heard My president is not heartless My president preserve and protects the rain forests State parks are closing That means the wildlife conservation funds are frozen But that oil keeps flowing And the profits from illegal wars, it keeps on growing Man, when it's gonna stop? It's gonna stop when you get KRS some ? [Hook: Bumpy Knuckles] Yo, I'm stressed out, let me show you how stressed out ...new remix, extended version ...and all my n******gs in the streets are stressed out... [Verse 4: Bumpy Knuckles] The cops they got away with murder once again Whenever not guilty, another dead friend Another dead son, another dead brother Another mad father, another sad mother (I'm stressed out) My people living in conditions That ain't air conditioned We need to break from this bullsh** And intermission for the ... pull sh** It's all bullsh**, stop me for a tail light They wanna throw me in jail for a whole night I hate the fact that you can cuss me the f** out Hands out the window, "n***a, get the f** out" ... ask me who caught me driving "How can I afford it?" "How am I surviving?" sh**, I feel insulted, I'm a law abiding tax payer But you mad cause I make more and I'm a rap singer Because I'm dressed like a old school player And the uniform is tighter than the law's first [?] Undercover, looking for the bad guy Drinking in the strip joint, how many drinks before the end point [?] but you can pin point 4th man Never identifying your plan Never identifying yourself or your man And everybody got a full clip in their war hand See the cop see the D.A. and see the judge In the bathroom, giving each other hugs Way too much love And they calling us thugs