I am the stone that the builder refused. I am the visual, the insipration 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 your left from your right. I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun. That inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son. The story that just begun, the promise of whats to come and i'ma remain a soldier till the war is won
-Boondocks
