Kill me where I stand

won’t kneel or bow to another man

die on my feet

before I live on my knees

full circle, cypher

three hundred sixty degrees

going, going, gone

beginning, middle, end

to every song

tryin’ is the only way 

to avoid doin’ wrong

get up get goin’

get movin’ along

cause it’s only when the birds stop singin’ 

that you’ll notice they’re gone