Tell mama to take it on the chin,
For the world has changed.
And people are like the birds and the bees,
And that his son is at the end of the road.
Tell mama to take heart,
For the worm has turned,
And time has not ripe for his son.
And he's searching for money and power,
And still hopes for a better future.
Tell mama to look ,
Yeah to look on the writings on the wall.
And not to expect grandchildren soon,
For the son is still throwing money around.
For the beautiful ain't born yet.
Tell mama that his son is passing Fancy,
And that life is too short to be worried.
Hence the son isn't ready to put pedal to metal.
But still waiting for the eleventh hour,
And he will make even the scores.
By Kechi the poet.