IRC-Galleria

I am the stone that the builder refused,
I am the visual,
the inspiration,
that made the 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 your box
The bullet, in the gun,
The inner glow that lets you know
to call your brother son
The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
And I'mma remain a soldier, Til the war is won,
won!
Chop chop chop...
Judo flip, chop chop chop,
Judo flip, Chop chop chop,
Judo flip -Chop chop chop.

-The absence of evidence isn't necessarily the evidence of absence.

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niggahus!