Blind
You say me is paranoid,
I overthink,
I is pulling my own leg.
Ain't nothin in this world happens for free.
If I is paranoid then at least I won't be spoofed.
You live life as though the world be a fine mistress.
A lady of love
A lady of compassion
But I be seein' she for her true self.
She be a cruel mistress
A snake in the garden
Rotten as the apple.
Maybe I paranoid
But least blind, I ain't
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