noahmack

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 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 your gun.
The inner glow that lets you know to call your brothers son.
The story has just begun, the promise of what's to come.
And I'ma remain a soldier till' the war is won.


Believe it and understand it. That's my shit.