This hat that lays on me, it feels so heavy
It's constantly begging me to walk so steady
I don't know if I can take this, seeming not ready
Many expectations on my head, as I write u this medley
Spent but a pinch of my decent salary
Forever asking for what intent I'm to be
Placed in a position, just so all could see
I walk now, making my way through history
As if it is trying to thrust forth all memory
Slowly and surly, it is sent to thee
In it many words come filled with glee
Sent to show you a glimpse of all beauty
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