I’m gone need your stuff off my plate
I have problems of my own
I don’t mean to exaggerate but
I have problems of my own.
My need to eliminate
Every problem but my own
It will cause me to dislocate
Every problem but my own
You see, I am the chief of state
Of every problem that I own
And I can’t reciprocate
The problems that I own
So I will need you to cooperate
With the problems that you own
And do not suffocate
With problems not my own.
I must go, It is late
and I have problems of my own
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