Leave Me Be is the funniest song on the album and it is about the Justice card. Both of those things are true at the same time.
People expect Justice to arrive heavy. A scale, a verdict, somebody getting what is coming to them. I wrote Track 5 the opposite way. Boy please leave me be, I nuh want wahala, I nuh want palava. I just dey sip my tea, soft life na my matter. The boundary is real, but the delivery is light. That was the whole point.
Justice is accounting, not revenge
The card is about fair measure. What you put in, what you get back, the books being honest. So the song does honest math out loud. You dey talk sweet plenty but pocket still blank. Love nuh be suffering, love nuh be debt. I am not cursing anybody out in this song. I am closing a ledger that stopped balancing. There is a difference, and you can hear it in the tone.
The line that holds the most weight is the plainest one. Patience nuh pay rent. I kept it simple because that is exactly how boundaries actually sound when you finally mean them. Not a speech. A fact.
The part that took the most work
Writing anger is easy. Writing a boundary that is not angry is the hard version. The first drafts of this song had bite in them, a sharpness that felt good to write and wrong to keep. Justice is not the bitter card. Bitter means you are still holding the rope. The whole move of Leave Me Be is putting the rope down and going back to your tea.
If you nuh fit add value, nuh come dey subtract. I almost cut that line for being too clever. I left it because it says the math without the venom. You can decline someone fully and still wish them well on their way out. Go find your sister, go find your mama, leave me be.
Why it sits here in the story
Track 4 was solitude you chose. Track 5 is the boundary that protects it. Na Mi Sef I Get taught me I was good company. Leave Me Be is what I do to keep the company good. The soft life in the chorus is not laziness. It is the thing you defend once you know what it costs to lose it.
I still catch myself second-guessing this one. Some days the line between a boundary and a wall is thinner than I want it to be, and I am not always sure which I built. The song does not solve that. It just refuses to apologize for needing peace.
If you have ever confused keeping the quiet with being walked over, this song is for that. The tea is still hot. You are allowed to drink it.