Son

Let the haves throw a glance at the land that shelters your mysteries, son...
Show them how lucky they are to dine in wine while you drink dirty waters and still manage to be fine.

Let the rich click their tongues and twitch their noses at your stinking sickly sight, son...
They know not that you envy the lives of their dogs!
Dogs that sleep in princely beds while you sleep in the cold with creepy crickets frogs that croak.

Don't desert your home like your uncles when you make it in life son,
Always remember your roots when you reap sweet fruits...

Always remember the stagnant waters you drunk, then think of constructing a tank...

Let the haves call you a fool. But use that bile to take siblings to school...
If only you make it in life, son 

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