Time to Dance – Constellation

Time to Dance by Protyus A. Gendher [Glass Ceiling Records]

Lyrics and links at the bottom!

“Time to Dance” sits in a very specific place inside the world I’m building. Some songs in this catalog are meant to soothe, some to teach, some to witness, and some to hold people through the quiet parts of their healing. This one is different. This is a pressure‑valve track — the kind that takes truths too heavy to carry in silence and turns them into movement. It’s the moment where testimony becomes kinetic, where the weight doesn’t disappear but becomes something the body can actually metabolize.

Within the larger ecosystem of Survivor Literacy, Camp Hope, and the work I do around systemic harm, this track widens the frame. So many of my songs speak to interpersonal dynamics, family systems, identity, and the long shadow of childhood trauma. “Time to Dance” zooms out to the structural level. It names the patterns that repeat across generations and institutions, the cycles of control and containment that shape entire communities. It bridges the personal and the political, reminding us that our individual pain is not random — it’s part of a larger pattern we’re finally refusing to ignore.

Musically, this track expands the sonic palette of my world in a way that feels inevitable. The fusion of chopper rap, reggaeton, dubstep, R&B, and mixed voices mirrors the complexity of the communities I write for. It’s global, layered, and intentionally hard to pin down. In the context of the catalog, this song marks a shift from intimate reflection to something louder, more public, more collective. It’s the sound of a community stepping forward together instead of suffering alone in the dark.

And in the mythic arc of this whole project, “Time to Dance” is a threshold. It’s the moment where fear stops being an endpoint and becomes a catalyst. It’s the reminder that even in the darkest chapters of our shared story, we still get to choose how we move. This track calls people from witnessing to participating — from watching the world happen to stepping into it with clarity, courage, and rhythm. It’s an invitation to rise, to resist, and to dance anyway.

Time to Dance by Protyus A. Gendher

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
We're not the same us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we became us
Think of all the life that they squeeze while we're down on our knees, they're trying to tame us
Think of all the babies being left to plead "Mommy," buy she ain't coming back, Sweetie.
Think of all the fragile little egos, that wanna keep us on or toes, because it makes them "Alpha Bros," when they don't even come close

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
We're not the same us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
We're not the same us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we became us
Think of all the life that they squeeze while we're down on our knees, they're trying to tame us
Think of all the babies being left to plead "Mommy," buy she ain't coming back, Sweetie.
Think of all the fragile little egos, that wanna keep us on or toes, because it makes them "Alpha Bros," when they don't even come close

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us

Nobody's coming to save us
In every move they blame us
We're not the same us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we became us
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance
Think of how we've never not had concentration camps
But we act like we don't see it through their Gas Lamps
But I think you know this could be our last chance
It's time to dance, Mother fucker, time to dance