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 that you 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 imma remain a soldier till the war is won
Judo flip. Chop chop chop.
Judo flip. Chop chop.
Judo flip. Chop chop chop.
Judo flip. Chop chop chop.
YOU ARE READING
Boondocks ~ Teens
FanfictionThey all thought it would be a normal year...but fate had something else is store for the Freemans.. Enjoy! NOTE: I DO NOT own the fanart nor do I own the characters.
