It ain't your business

Sometimes you have to tell friends and family to stay out of your business they make things worse

## It Ain’t None of Your Business

The world likes to talk and the world likes to stare,

Tossing their whispers like smoke in the air.

They stand on the outside and look through the glass,

Judging the moments and years as they pass.

They think they have answers to questions unasked,

While their own hidden motives are cleverly masked.

But I’m drawing a line in the dirt and the sand,

To protect the small world that I hold in my hand.

**It ain’t none of your business** what happens in here,

The way that we whisper or conquer a fear.

You wasn’t there for the tears or the toil,

You didn’t help us to tend to this soil.

So why are you reaching to pull at the weeds?

Why are you planting your skeptical seeds?

This house wasn’t built for a crowd or a guest,

It was built for a heart to find a place it can rest.

I hear all the “counsel” and “worries” you bring,

The way that you dissect every little thing.

You talk about “timing” and “what’s for the best,”

Putting our private lives up to your test.

But you don’t see the prayers or the quiet late nights,

You don’t see the healing that follows the fights.

You’re reading the cover but missing the book,

Giving advice when you shouldn’t even look.

Even the family, with blood in their veins,

Try to grab hold of the lead and the reins.

They think that the kinship gives them a right

To step in the middle and turn on the light.

But love is a garden with a very high wall,

And there isn’t any room for you here at all.

We don’t need a jury, we don’t need a judge,

And we don’t need a hand to give us a nudge.

So keep to your porches and keep to your own,

This seed that we planted is already grown.

We’ll handle the seasons, the sun, and the rain,

We’ll handle the joy and we’ll handle the pain.

If we’re going to stumble or if we’re going to fly,

We don’t need a witness to stand idly by.

Our business is sacred, our business is private,

And we are the only ones meant to pilot.

The door is now closed and the curtains are drawn,

From the heat of the night to the break of the dawn.

Your opinion is heavy, your “wisdom” is thin,

And I’m telling you now—you ain’t coming in.

We’re building a life on a truth that we know,

In a place where the seeds of our own making grow.

So leave us to love in the way we see fit,

Because you ain’t got nothing to do with it.

*Written by Eldridge Brown*