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