To A Granchile

Let me tell you something sweetie
Let me tell you something chile
Come ova heyah
And talk to gran’ma fo’ a while

I see yo’ face is twist’d
And yo’ eyes is dark and they is cold
I rarely see that in tha young ones
But mos’ly in those who old

I’s watched yo thro’out
Yo hectic and unstable life
Taking on so much grief
And havin to deal with so much strife

I see yo hearts been hardened
And yo eyes dey look so bad
And for a young one
This is very, very bad

You is supposed ta know sunshine
And have some blue skies
Not have so much pain
That’s darkened them bright eyes

Now ya see I’ve climbed some mountains
And been in some valley’s low
There wus some times
I aint know where to go

But I got through
Thas why I stand befo’ you now
To tell ya that you can make it
Some way and some how

You see man is a terrible creatura’
And will treat ya bad
He’ll make you spit, make a curse
And jus make ya’ mad

Man will say that you can’t make it
And that you aint very sma’t
Well darlin’ I’m here to tell ya
That life is a art

You have to masta it
Like some math or some clay
And once you do, Ha!
What will man have ta say

He’ll be so angry at you
For provin him wrong
That he’ll say
Yo’ success aint gonna last long

But ignore ‘em
And hold yo head high
Why honey if you want
You can touch da sky

Now rememba these words
That yo gran’ma say to you
And in times of trouble
They’ll bring ya through