I sho nuff hates a man hoo wastes his lyfe duwin nuthin <br />Whaches dat box all day instead wukin lyka man aught too <br />Dese young peoples tuday whonts evathang handed to ‘em <br />But dey aint willin to wuk fo it <br />Back in my day ifa man wusnt wukin he was either a cripple or a krazy <br /> <br />Anyway, I raized yo mama, put here thu skoo, and now she raizin you <br />I wontz yuta go ova to dat USC or SUC or whateva <br />And learnz enuff to have a good job <br />I whont you to be a wukin man like yo granddaddy was <br />You good at ritin ain’t chu? <br />Yo mama read me some udem poems you rit <br />Use that place to make yu a betta ryta so you can beeya teacha <br />Dey always lookin fa mo teachas at dese skoos aroun here <br /> <br />I no yu gonna wanna go to dem parteez and evathang, <br />but you rememba why you dere <br />An lemme tel you sumthin bout these lil fast girls up at the college <br />Haf of em lookin fowa husband an da res of em got herpeez or da clap <br />Yuwa Johnson, and Johnsons go ta skoo and lurn <br />howda take care of dey kids <br />I aint gon be here foeva, so you betta pay mind to what I’m tell yu <br />God dun blesst yu wida skalaship, so go over dere, <br />keep yo head in dem books <br />And don’t fuget to pray fu whatchu need, an wuk for watchu wont<br /><br />Hiram Sims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdum/
