RIP Mr. Lewis

Stay In Yo' Books

by Randall McNair

Them balls you bouncin’

ain't gonna git you nothin’

but tarred an’ ign’ant.

An’ them boys you runnin’ wit’

them girls you hollerin’ aftah,

they’s all no good; they

ain’t got no hope a’ nothin.

No hope!

No sir, you stay in yo’ books.

Hear yo’ brothah’s callin,

read ‘bout yo’ pappy’s farm,

see them lines

yo’ great granddaddy wrote.

It’s all right theyah, right

in yo’ hands. Sho’ ‘nuff.

Yessir, ‘ats all I’s gotta say.

You stay in yo’ books!

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