I am the stone that the builder refused,
I am the Visual, the inspiration that made that lady sing the blues,
I am 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 brother son,
The STORY jas just BEGUN!
The Promise of what's to Come
And Imma remain a Soldier
Till` the war is WON!