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I am the visual, the inspiration
That made lady sing the blues
I'm 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 ya box, The bullet in ya 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 till the war is won
The streak that's in your drawers
The sting of a hunger pain
The one to call out your flaws