There’s gotta be a reason

why the streetlights flicker like my faith,

why the midnight train still cries my name

through the rust on the rails.

I keep folding paper boats from every verdict thrown at me,

sending them down gutter rivers,

praying one reaches the sea.

If every scar is just a compass point,

I’m a constellation trying to align—

gotta be a reason this bruised heart

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You gotta move, when the Lord say move,

ain’t no grave gonna hold you.

You gotta slide, like a snake on fire,

when that trumpet blow the blue.

Moon gonna drip like molasses,

stars gonna fall like rain—

you gotta move, child, move,

with the chain-gang in your veins.

I heard the river moan my name,

axe-blade bright on the track;

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You Gotta Move – Fred McDowell

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You got to move

你得走了

You got to move

你得走了

You got to move child

你得走了 孩子

You got to move

你得走了

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