I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration that made that made lady sing the blues.
I am the spark that makes your idea bright,
the same spark that lights the dark
so that you can see your left from your right.
I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in your gun,
the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son.
The story that just begun, the promise of whats to come,
And I’mma remain a soldier, ‘til this war is won.