I am The Stone that the builder refused
I am the visual the inspiration that made lady sing the blues
I am the spark that makes your Idea bright
the same spark that light the dark so that you can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun
the inner glow that let's you call your brother son
the story has just begun the promise of what's to come
imma remain a soldier till the won is won.
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