[OPENING — SPOKEN / DEADPAN] Case number 6. The Commonwealth versus the fucking flying monkeys Actually listen up and listen well. It's time for you to hear this. You weren't on the paperwork. You had no place in the courtroom. You weren't family. Who are you to stand there. So finally tell me— Who the fuck are you? [BEAT DROP] [VERSE I] Here comes another messenger, another side to sell. Another stranger in my inbox with a story to tell. You defend him. You defend her. You pass their secrets door to door. You want my side. You want my trust. You want me angry at whoever someone told you that I must. I've heard your version. I've heard theirs. I've had enough of everybody's fucking affairs. You don't know me. You weren't there. So get the fuck out of my air. [CHORUS] Mind your business. That's the whole brief. You don't get my testimony. You don't get my grief. You don't get a vote. You don't get a say. You don't get to drag my life into your fucking daily play. Mind your business. You're not the judge. You're not the jury. You're not the case. You don't belong here. Know your fucking place. [VERSE II — THE AFFIDAVIT] And then there's you— Who the fuck are you? Never met me. Never knew me. Still you swore you knew the truth. “Harsh Christian upbringing.” “Wild and off the tracks.” Bold fucking words from a stranger who never even saw my face. You don't know my childhood. You don't know what I saw. You don't know me from a fucking hole in the wall. But somehow your name made it onto a page— Everybody's an expert when a kid's on trial that way. [BREAKDOWN — SPOKEN / DRY] Everybody's got dirt. “Your mother was a drunk.” “Your father did this.” “She did that.” “He said—” I DON'T FUCKING CARE. That's my family. My history. I get to decide who puts it on display. You don't get to hand me gossip and call it evidence. I was a kid. I didn't need another revelation. I needed everybody to stop revealing shit. [VERSE III] You wanted to help. You wanted to protect. You wanted information you could redirect. You wanted me choosing. You wanted me on sides. You wanted your version living rent-free in my mind. Maybe you cared. Maybe you were used. Either way— I didn't fucking choose you. You tracked down a teenager to tell her who to hate. Here's what I should've told you the first fucking time you came: Mind. Your. Business. [FINAL CHORUS] Mind your business. Take your stories and leave. Keep your dirt. Keep your secrets. Keep your receipts. You don't get a vote. You don't get a seat. You don't get to turn my life into your gossip briefing. Mind your business. No revenge. No war. I don't hate you. I don't think about you at all. You're not family. You're not the judge. You're not the jury. You're just noise behind a closed door. [OUTRO — DEADPAN] The Commonwealth has nothing further. To the flying monkeys— Go bother somebody else. Court adjourned.
