The black stone, I hold it man.
I hold it, man.
I couldn’t drag it.
I couldn’t move It on its own.
No matter how I tried, I couldn’t even get around it.
But that black stone holds me up, at the same time.
When I look upon that black stone, keeping me up at night,
That black stone that don’t know about love, that black stone keeping me up,
It just don’t know where to go.