Pay Your Own Bill
So here we have parents who want for their offspring, the very best,
Instead of teaching them to treat everyone justly, it’s the opposite, and it’s much less.
Is it any wonder, come checkout time, there’s no fun,
Your life has been wasted, I’ll be sending you elsewhere; you’re done.
From Adam and Eve up until this very day,
Mankind has always wanted to do nothing but play.
There’s nothing wrong with having fun,
However, work is a part of life, so many of you, just run.
You run in the opposite direction, because you weren’t raised any better,
Listen up, and learn from this open letter.
Parents, you need to teach your children, they must learn,
Otherwise, for eternity, they shall definitely burn.
No amount of money, private schools, heritage, color of your skin, lineage will get you into heaven,
All must pass the test, if you want to spend eternal happiness, with your brethren.
So you don’t want your children to go through the hardships that you went through,
They’re adults and you still help them tie their gym shoes.
The umbilical cord was cut at birth,
Yet, you continue to hover over them so much, that it hurts.
I look down and see what has become of my greatest creation,
It appears to be worldwide from, nation to nation.
Whether your adult children are still with you at home,
Or they’re out and about, living on their own,
It really, to me, does not matter,
I’m listening to all of you, as you go about and chatter.
Son, daughter, you can just go and chill,
I’ll pick up the tab, go have fun, I’ll take care of the bill.
Well, there’s no doing that when you get up here to see me,
It’s on a “case by case basis”, no one gets in for free.
You can’t buy, con, lie, cheat your way into heaven,
Better learn beforehand, on how to count to seven.
So what exactly is this really all about,
You non-believers and gym shoe creepers, don’t have me “scream and shout”.
If you want to come and see me up high here on my throne,
Realize that you’re never alone.
God (that is I) am the cashier,
Listen attentively with both of your ears,
I’m coming down to collect,
Each individual on earth, is an individual check.
Payment is due,
Not just for a few,
I’m coming for everyone,
Even my only begotten knucklehead son.
Parents, better start teaching them well,
Otherwise, they’re going to Hell.
I will arrive like a thief in the nite,
Those who are ready, will not be in a state of fright.
You’re all running out of time,
Mini-Me says, yo dude, “everything will be just fine”.
I believe what my son says is true, because I sent him to prepare you all “To Come Home”,
Get ready, I’m coming down, from my throne.
I’ve plucked some names off my wall,
Be ready when your name is called.
My messenger is already there, Alvin Mann, aka Mini-Me, aka my lightning rod,
I’m Coming For You All…