The Boondocks

About

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 ideas bright
The same spark
That lights the dark
So that you can know your left from the right

I am the ballot in your box
The bullet in your gun
The inner glow that lets you know
To call your brother's son

The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
And I'm 'a remain a soldier
Till the war is won What's on your mind?
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