What is this unknown force bearing down on me,
Its like gravity multiplied by 3,
Acting as inertia,
Though i cant stop until all the time on Earth's up,
What is this unexplainable sensation,
people waiting to see your next move but expecting greatness,
This burden is what compels men to succede,
The weight of ten worlds can bring you to your knees,
You cant rush perfection,
So over time you must learn to accept it,
Until the time comes lets work,
Smoke a blunt to keep my mind off the Pressure.
Written by: Focuz Harris
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