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“getupppp,” a whisper in my ear
carries the hollow wind, frontera leaky gasoline
and the tears you fought to get here
“Get up,” I’m dirty, crying and falling apart before the world
but she’s in Ben Taub shaking waiting to see me smile,
always claiming me as yours,
a faith that whispers, just shine, just shine
“Get up, now,” it’s a command and a plead,
a triumph and a need
it’s okay to fall, but others depend on you
you’ve always taken the world head on,
you made your definition of a man
and the strength of your family, so
“GET UP,” nothing is more shameful than staying down,
there’ll be enough time for laying when you’re dead
So change position, shift gears, get ambitious and,
“Get up, NOW,” it screams in my ear
you stand on the shoulders of your ancestors
and the history of your past
your beauty goes beyond skin deep
don’t opt for easy
don’t disgrace me
“GET UP, GET UP, GET UP,” hold your head up
hold your head high
you are loved an appreciated
“Levitate,” turn the corner and continue

“If a man is to succeed, he must be willing to work hard and endure alot of heart break.” –Thurgood Marshall
Dedicated for the altars/memories of Miguel, Jonathan and Felix. Thank you for showing me your source of strength, gentleman.