You Gotta Get Up, And Get Away... Boy! Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You gotta get up,
And get away...
Boy.
The beating of the streets has aged,
And...
You like repeated.
You gotta get up,
And get away...
Boy.
The beating of the streets has aged,
And...
You like repeated.

From noon until dawn,
You hustle...
To get a buck!
And hustle.
From noon until dawn,
You hustle...
To get a buck!
And hustle.

Between sunsets...
There you are,
At that spot you've got.
And,
You hustle...
To get a buck.
And hustle.
From noon until dawn,
You hustle...
To get a buck!
And hustle.
From noon until dawn,
You hustle...
To get a buck!
And hustle.

Between sunsets...
There you are at that spot you've got.
And you hustle...
To get a buck.
But you can't give that hustle up?

From noon until dawn,
You hustle,
And you can't give up...
Your hustle,
To get a buck!

From noon until dawn,
You hustle,
And you can't give up...
Your hustle,
To get a buck!
The beating of the streets has aged,
And...
You like repeated.

You gotta get up,
To get away...
Boy!
You gotta get up,
To get up!

You gotta get up,
To get away...
Boy!
You gotta get up,
To get up!

You gotta get up,
To get away...
Boy!
You gotta get up,
To get up,

You gotta get up,
To get up.

You gotta get up,
To get up.