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 can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in your box
the bullet in the 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)
WakeNBake with Boondocks
This crazy weather is annoying. I have a bunch of plants ready to go out but with rain three days in a row im thinking its better to stay home. Maybe take a long trip today to christiania and get some supply's from the hydro hobby store. Im running out of nutes and could use some big buckets and hash