i am the stone that the builder refused   i am the visual   the inspiration   that made lady sings 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 your box   the bullet in your gun   that inner glow   that lets you know   to call your brother son      the story that just begun   the promise of what's to come   and imma 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