Worry for nothin’,
Why worry at all?
We got the big things covered,
And even the small.

But that don’t stop me.
No, I don’t think I can
Stop from the suffering
That I bring down, man.

Jitters hit me softly.
I start to sweat with no heat.
My body shivers cold
And my heart it starts to beat.

I come down.
Nothings different from before.
The worries are gone for now.
But for them I open the door.

– JR 2011

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