The One I Can Call Mc Coy
Prominent. Perfectionist and a person
With undescrible affliction.
You're the monarch, in the one world
That you rulling.
Imprison my mind by your word
That make my self uncalmed.
When you ask, what a timid self I have
There's a burden who make me slaved.
It is not easily to know you better,
But I don't need a long time to
Know you well.
You're the king and the preacher while
I'm your soldier and listener
Who always begging from you.
Now I know you're way my burden
Was pass away and there's a
Challenge on my way.
I can say you're the best of your
Profession the one I can
Call Mc Coy.
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