Don’t grudge nobody their peace and sleep
Nor their love, nor their cup of morning’s dew
Just their money, their successes to keep
And everything else that was meant for you

Don’t thank nobody, but God, for they
Are innately selfish, as selfish can be
Through silver, or deed, they get their way
And think that none but them can see

Don’t believe them golden words,
That silky smooth texture, the devil’s tongue
And be caged, like little trapped birds
Don’t ignore the old, nor rely on the young

For traveling the path, you must hew
The fiery fields, navigate them scary seas
And come out burnt, yet come out new
Don’t grudge nor whine o’er the Devil’s fees…