I'm not some slave or a ***** that you can beat around

I won't go to my knees the moment you come around

You're not a God and you're not a player just a ***** who thinks he is all that but he doesn't have Jack on me

Because I'm a rock star and I party hard

DJ give me a beat

I Pump Up the Music and let it flow through my soul

I dance on the table and let my freak flag fly high

I'm going to bring the house down tonight

The music is blaring the drinks are pouring like rain

the cops try to shut us down but end up joining the game they just can't help themselves the music speaks to their soul and takes control

The party is getting louder and louder and before you know it the Windows started shaking and the house starts breaking

We got to get up out of here and take the party to the street

We may block traffic but who cares when all said and done they will be partying right beside us. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale