yesterday I lost my mind it was hard to find reason why I stay to myself to sustain my mental health don't want to be rich and robbed of wealth rather be comfortable enough to be able to help myself relatively speaking I don't particularly like this particular repetitive of mine and I don't make no bones about it it's nothing personal it's definitely a business matter I don't mix business with pleasure I'm still sulking over stolen treasure left my trouble behind me now every time I turn around it ducks behind a tree I see you trouble "stop following me" still can't understand why Jesus told Satan "get behind me" it behooves me yesterday I was fed up ready to go fist to cuffs come lock me up for walking across the neighbors lawn grass is not greener on the other side I looked over the fence before I tried hyperbole speaking "I like to died"
it pays to be mindful of
"it is not to die for"