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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