Stone
Stone
The boy screw his job and duty
As less of mature being the rhyme
Fake soul spirit against his destiny
He prepare for a new battle called time
As a sharp hair on his chin
Dillema out his life in between
He’s secure, he’s failure
He’s nothing in the kingdom without a king
Ask him
With a question leap like an arrow
Answer him
Like there is no day and tomorrow
That boy stoned his heart
Fall apart
