Huey Freeman

I am the stone that the builder refused, 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 you can know your left from your right, I'm the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun, the inner glow, that lets you know to call your brother son, the story has just begun, the promise of what's to come, and Ima remain a soilder till the war is won.