Love Poem: Ain'T No Child Gonna Be Bad Says-Mo' Grand Ma Rudell Robinson

Ain'T No Child Gonna Be Bad Says-Mo' Grand Ma Rudell Robinson

When she spit, they run and scattered Them their children stopped and listen To the thunder roll roar matters Mo’ Grand Ma Rudell Everybody fell still With voice of thunder roar No bad children under They all becoming Obedient host Scare of Ole Grand Ma voice Discipline is her medicine Ain’t na-body gonna be bad no way Mo’ Grand Ma Rudell Robinson
6/9/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©