supersonicguy

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual
The inspiration that made Ladies 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 the gun
The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son
The story that just begun
The promise of what’s to come
And I will remain a soldier ’til the war is won

(Respect the Boondocks)