Mom to son

All things considered, child, I'll let you know:
Life for me ain't been no precious stone stair.
It's had tacks in it,
Furthermore, chips,
Furthermore, blocks torn,
Furthermore, places with no cover on the floor—
Uncovered.
In any case, constantly
I'se been a-climbin' on,
Also, reachin' landin's,
Also, turnin' corners,
Also, in some cases goin' oblivious
Where there ain't been no light.
Thus, kid, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the means.
'Cause you thinks that its kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', nectar,
I'se still climbin',
Also, life for me ain't been no gem stair.