Listen My Son

Listen my son.

I was born poor, grew up poor, am poor,

And will die poor.

But always remember my son,

I am a poor man with a rich heart.

My pockets have been empty with holes

But I’ve kept my heart full and whole.

Listen my son.

You are the child of a poor man,

Please my son,

Always remember to keep a rich heart,

For we have suffered for years,

Spending the dime while only earning the nickel.

Listen my son.

My feet are tired but my soul is rested

Because your destiny has been fulfilled

And vested by the Most High.

Listen my son.

I’ve worked and toiled

These cane fields for years.

And now my son sits at a higher place

Because I have put all my faith and trust

Unto the Most High.

Yes my son,

We have suffered but nevertheless,

Always praise the Most High

And give nothing less.

For the Most High will never forsake you

Because you have put all your faith and trust

Unto the Most High

And He will throne you

Unto the most high.

Listen my son.

Practice humanity

And worship not vanity

For our kingdom awaits us in a higher place.

Listen my son.

My feet are tired but my soul is rested.

As I close my eyes to lay in restful peace,

Always keep your ear turned to the sky,

And always remember,

Listen my son.