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 you can know the left from your right. I am the ballot in your box, the bullet, in your gun. The inner glow, that let's you know to call your brother, son. The story that just begun. The promise of what's to come. And I'ma remain a soldier till the war is won. -Boondocks