A man does not wander far from where his corn is roasting
Take these words my son before you lose your sight
No one test the deep of the river with both feetÕs
Take these words my son before you become a gentleman
Tears are best dried with your own hands
Take these words my son before you become hopeless
Ashes fly back into the face of him who throws them
Take these words my son so that you could have a better tomorrow