Momma used to threaten us
to get our shit together
some straightened up
but those that didn't
got slicker than ever.
Momma would reward the good
with extra treats and such
the bad one's didn't study that
they bullied theirs from us.
I often wondered, "what's the use"
if hardheads still get paid?
Momma said, "just do YOUR best,
they'll get the bed they made."
Time went on and I looked real hard
to see if she was right
but while I was bent on studying them
I lost track of MY sight.
The bottom line I learned from that
was to get ahead in life
you've got to mind your own business
and leave the rest to strife.
©04.24.2017 ebn
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