Carl Young - Stay Human (All the Freaky People) lyrics

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 ba** 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 a**istance 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 (repeat 8 times) 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*)