Cast the first stone We moving the streets like we queuing for judgment, In divided societies searching deviants We have lost our moral compass Our demons navigating hell Place called Home It rains umbers.
Corruption termed mismanagement of funds None willing to lift a heavy stones.
I was told scorpions inhabited stonesβ shadows, So I wonβt cast the first stone But remain in judgment for their curses I will move the street till sunset. Judged.