Get Down! Poem by Moth Harris

Get Down! Bullets in the air
Not a second, chance, to spare
Tension, redemption and everything inbetween
What ever you do just, Get Down!

Well night sets in and it's nothing but a damn excuse
For all of the dark things, to hide and abuse.
I bit my tongue whilst cursing
So I guess it was I who will lose.

Wizzing by my one shot mind
Not a second, thought, I find
Acceptance, repentance and everything we don't mean
What ever you do just, Get Down!

Let me love, let me know it, let me see
Let me hate, let me believe,
Let me, Get Down!