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