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 wewe idea bright
the same spark that lights the dark so wewe can know your left from wewe right

i am the ballot in your box
the bullet in the gun
that inner glow
that lets wewe know
to call your brother son

the story of whats to come
the promise of whats to come
and imma remain a soldier t`il the war is won (won)

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