This re-write of one OF... if not THE most... spiritually esoteric rhymes of all time... created and written by Rudyard Kipling!
THE SLANG RE-WRITE by Robin of:
"IF"... BY... RUDYARD KIPLING
If you can keep the "sh!t off yer own shoes" when all about you...
"The Suits" are stepping in their own shhh... and then... blaming.... YOU! for their own "shit-stepping" right in the middle in their own FRIGGIN' sh!t! YA KNOW?
(DUDE! S'up wit dat?)
If you can tell yourself the truth... when all men "Rene Descartes-you" ("doubt you"),
And then... make BANK ($$$) off your back from "Rene Descarting-YOU" too;
If you can chill and not get tired of chillin',
Or get yanked about... (don’t deal in BS that ARISEs),
or be hated on, don’t give way to haters,
And BROTHERS and SISTERS!
Don’t look too FLY, nor talk too YODA-like, kickin' back sipping' soda like...
you're just a... TOO COOL FOR HIGH SCHOOL resistor!
If you can spiritually analyze your dreams—
and not make dreams..."the ROCK cock-walk";
If you thank... your sh!t DOES stank —and not make thoughts your end GAME;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two players just the same;
If you can stomach the words you’ve spat or spoken
twisted by deceitful scoundrels or those that don't understand the value of TRUTH...
just to make: the hard to accept rules... at the Pools of FOOLS!
As you merely observe the things you gave your life to, BROKEN...
But picked 'em up UNAFRAID and built ’em up with brand new TOOLS... of the trade:
If you can take an EPIC friggin' pile of all your winnings
And then go ballin' on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And then you unsuccessfully "risk it... to get the biscuit".....
and then start again... at your beginning
And never SPIT a word about your loss? DUDE! That's "Super Hero Swag"!
If you can force your heart and nerve and GUTS
To ACE your SERVE... after all... the BS is... long gone
and then you hold on... when there is nothing in you... so true...
Except the "GUTS" which says to YOU: "YO, my friend... hold ON!"
If you can rap with crowds and keep your sh#t together
Or walk in silence with "The Source"—nor lose the common touch,
If neither friends of Discomfort nor HATE can hurt you and...
If all men can "chill" WITH you... and none can turn you into... a deep freezing season;
If you can forgive the trainer of: "that elephant in the room" without a negative reason...
And with a full sixty seconds’ worth of distance run... "You can win this spiritual marathon... and...
YOURS is the Earth and esoterically everything that’s in it,
And—which is important, my young one—you’ll be present and SUPER-CHILLED...
in less than a minute... to begin it...
to transcend it...........
to spiritually understand it's ALL... WITHIN...
(DROP THE MIC!)
The original from 1910 entitled:
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!