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All People Lyrics - All People - Michael Franti

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 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 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 neighbor tell a friend 

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 neighbor 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 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 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] 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group