Little Boy
Little boy
Stop hiding in the flaxes
Learn the incantations
To protect you from the axes
Little boy
Get rich and pay your taxes
And heaven's on the ioS,
You can't reach God through faxes
Little boy
Stop buying all them books
That you know you'll never read;
Coz they make your pockets bleed
Little boy
Stop assuming that you'll be
a man, if you can read your swollen libraries
In entirety
Little boy
Stop thinking there's an answer
In the pages of a book
By some man who died of cancer
Little boy
To perfect this dance
You'll need a book on forms of movement,
Written in Afrikaans
You have bibles you can't read
In tongues you cannot speak
And to tie them all together
Grab the book, just out of reach
Take the ladder on your right
In the foreign language section
There's a book on application
Written in perspiration
But you won't read it,
Coz you don't have time
You're too busy writing poems
About how you're getting by
But it all made sense
One time when you were high
You had the manuscript together
But then it slipped your mind
Little boy
One day you'll pay the price
Or you'll satiate your hunger
Eating books on growing rice
Little boy
