Lessons for young men/ Letter to my son's By RebelpJones

A cowards way to call for sounds of trumpets when the going gets tough, this existence wasn't supposed to be easy, lessons learned were meant to be rough, Scrape and bruise them knees boys, let yourself earn some cuts, That dig deep enough To embed memory and focused thoughts. It's not my job to hold your hands It's my job to love you tough Teach you to wrap them bruised egos And wear proudly your cuts, Fore behind every scar is a story to embrace about an experience, or lesson learned, and if your raised by me your going to learn so much, Because every mistake I've ever made in life I gained a strength, So please if you ever learn a thing from me let it be Your faults are not faults at all But deeper teachings if you let yourself fall, every once in while It keeps you humble son Many will tell you that's off the beaten path of success But those are only people in a hurry to impress.... Treat your mother as the Queen she is The celestial seed she is Treat her like this and another lesson learned, how to treat the Goddess in this life, From mother, to sister, From daughter to wife The creater of life! People will say hard work makes the man, and their right, but only if there's passion and worth behind it If it's right then never be afraid to stand tall and fight! Treat people with the same respect you want in life, don't believe what they tell you, Only believe what you truly feel is right!