Celebration Poem by Kris Smith

It's a celebration/pocket fulla big faces/let's come together as one/and shine like the sun/you paid your dues, now relax and enjoy the ride/you put in your 9 to 5, now put your worries to the side/about 10-20 people gettin' lose on the dancefloor/live it up, give it up, represent what you stand for/'Get it poppin' is what they tellin' me/sippin' on somethin' heavenly/gotta pump the beat up, got them vibing to the melody/pound for pound/best believe it's goin' down/as I glide through H-Town/with a deadly beat sound