am the stone that the builder refused
i am the visual
the inspiration
that made lady sings the blues
i'm the spark that makes your idea bright
the same spark
that lights the dark
so that you can know your left from your right
i am the ballot in your box
the bullet in your gun
that inner glow
that lets you know
to call your brothers son
the story that just begun
the promise of what's to come
and imma remain a soldier
til' the war is won
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