Get Ready Original

Get ready. Get ready. This S on my chest don't stand for super, Nor does it mean soul. This consonant behind my ribs next to my heart Is but a symbol open to interpretation, a Demonstration of your imagination, a squiggly thing That can mean just about anything. A force of nature or part of a machine, A technological discovery or scene right out your Dream. It doesn't mean I can fly, but I'm Damn sure gonna try. I'll dive right off the rhythm and bounce right Off the wall. Then I'll jump on top of The speaker and I'll stand ten feet tall. Get Get ready. Get ready. These Drums make a sound like a nice cool drink. It intoxicates my flesh and it takes me to The brink of a utopian existence, A world within my mind, where music is my Atmosphere and my sun always shine. And for every song that plays, a new season Is born. Rise up my children because it's a Brand new morn. Take control of your now. Raise your hands, make a fist. Let the music take control. There's no need to resist. Get ready. Get ready. Ready. Get Ready. Get ready. ready.