Hey there little boy

Why do you look so grim?

With your head low

And hand under chin.

Go grab your hook and line

So we can spend some time.

You see many years ago

I was like you

Going along the sea rocks

Lookin' for something to do.

 My grandpa then said

“Come boy let's have a chat”

And my vision changed just like that.

Do you know you can be

Whatever you set your mind to

A fisherman; a teacher, a lawyer

But it's all up to you.

Don't follow the crowd when they say

Come boy let's steal

Don't listen to the naysayers

When they say hell isn't real.

One crime can lead to the next

And prison can make your life feel perplexed

But you boy you’re better than that

 I've watched you and you’re different.

To say the least

Hand-picked by God

Not to walk in defeat.

You're a leader, not a follower

Of that I am sure.

Don't let the wrong choices

Crowd your mental door.

There are so many things God has in store

Little boy resist them

Because crime don’t need to be explored.

 So the next time you're hung down in defeat

Remember you're the head and not beneath.