Sometimes Iβm out of place,
I feel like Iβm in a different space.
People are around me
Yet I canβt see their face.
Everything is like a race,
But I, have my own pace.
I get tired of this game,
The work I do brings me fame.
I donβt sit and complain,
I work with an aim.
No words can tarnish my name.
Itβs Tut Yashar, I proclaim.
Try to suck my energy,
No maβam.
I will handle cleverly,
We can all feel glam.
To BS I respond tenderly,
Leaders do not slam.

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