I am a stone immortal

No work of erosion can seep through my cracks

Like I'm covered by the love of my mother in a Lacquer

Peep the sayings of old world negativities with a nonchalant dilemma

Riding this saddle ***** shrouded and denim and leather

You can not play the game

I will lead myself astray on a road born of dirt and blind footstep

I cannot believe or follow

I cannot fathom colors

I have a non existent black covering my gaze

Still I press

May I rest

The good die young They say

But I'm allergic to living forever

Still I am a stone immortal

Ever crack and every break you make from other stones rocks and pebbles

You will not

You can not

You couldn't even perceive to insist and persist the same or other methods to make me break

For every path that's walked I choose the one that will make me falter and dare I to attack

My stone is immortal with eyes as black as sun

Stick to me like toasted oats
I'll make it burn with poison oak

So believe me when I spit and slur my words to sound

Hear the echo less speech of kings yet to be

Then hear my roar raspy ruffled and deep

I'm a stone who can't see anyone cheap

This stone will attack the unsweeten with its iron side and pile drive

if you want the upper hand

Starve me till my saliva taste early sweet with calories all for me like the best snack or a favorite treat

I'm still the stone immortal see where I can't see the rich or cheap