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I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual
The inspiration that makes 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 the box, the bullet in the gun
The inner glow
That let's you know to call your brothers son
The story has just begun
The promiser was to come
And I'm a remain a soulja 'til the war is won.