I don’t need to spread my sorrow;
there’s already enough to go round;
when I awaken upon the morrow;
grumbling, before my feet hit ground.
I don’t need to complain about anything;
an abundance of complaints exists;
besides; what good will complaining bring;
only more and more will persist.
I don’t need to boast;
there’re many with more to brag about;
I’m not someone, for you to toast;
one, whose name’s to be raised in shout.
I don’t need another new car;
I have a good one already;
things are good, the way they are;
I need not become so petty.
I don’t need a new home;
I have a place to lay my head;
for I am never alone;
the Master is with me, instead.
I don’t need my ego inflated;
I’m puffed up, more than I need;
failure and pride are related;
humility, allows, we succeed.
I really don’t need a single thing;
I came, with nothing to my name;
there is no value I can bring;
and I’ll go out, the same.