Heed my word 1
I
My child
I speak of this sane words
From the shattered grave
of your late mother
II
Do not chorus in wail
when life battle in cries of pain,
when the aroma of heaven make you drool
Still remember that life is good
III
My child
From the lungs of wisdom comes life
Still, wisdom kills the wise.
So be wise but know your bounds
IV
Your siblings will never want you dead
Still they might not want you succeeded
Your friends will feel bad when you lose
But will feel worse when you top, be careful
V
My child
Sweet are the bitters of love
Bitter are the sweets of lust
Chose wisely for love is God
VI
Respect the elders
even if they feed their greed on your poor pot
Always fight for whatever you want
But remember, don't bite the bad bait
VII
My child
Your enemies are the drowning cats
And you are the fisherman
Save them when their scratch cause you harm
VIII
Ignore the noise of the world
But listen to the silence in word
It takes more than life to live in this world
So my child, Heed my word
