You have got to get up from here

Aint you stayed here for too long,

Aint you cried enough…waited in patience, in and out breath by breath

Looking upward beyond the spheres of where you lay

You have got to get up from here

From the shackles of knuckles and fists that bound you here

You have got to get up from here

Up from the ditches and slums of torture where you are tied down

For nights and midnights on days of days when you stayed here

On the cold hard floor of fate and deception and cruelty of the people who put you here

Get on up outta here

This place of taunts and yells of pleas you’ve cried for time and time on end.

Don’t you feel it’s cold paws and awful sting of betrayal that though it embraces you it pushes you deeper into this abyss of sorrow

And it stares back at you with eyes that pierce the soul and tears you to bits in the inside

As your body groans and moans for the warm and sweet touches of a spirit free from here

From now, from you, from all that is here…..in this place

Watch me stagger up, crawl up outta this place

Watch me stand to my feet ….on my own two feet

Watch me stand for once on my own

Watch me sing and dance and flow in my own spirit…in my own body

Not yours….this time, my own self….not yours