We all have our pride
And we all carry prejudice
It only varies by hide,
We pull over as legend bits

We’re not ever the same
In the eyes of all people
We might come in as “name”
Or might leave as a cripple

All depends on the mind
Of the moments observer
Could you rather hide
Or be topic of murmur

That’s the way it all works
With shades muddied by heresay
That’s one way how it hurts
Once pride chokes on the last play