His Boo

I’m a "soldiers" girl, Not the "soldier" you probably think My "soldier" is a street soldier so to speak This life does not allow us to be weak A soldier of his kind takes a strong soul and mind A color and a group of guys is what completes this bind Whether he is fighting for everyone or just his own life Its still a battle….a war with pain and strife In the streets only certain deeds will earn your stripes But everyone only hears the good parts, all the hype To look at him, you see someone mean and uncaring To know him, you know every part of his life is daring He can never just relax, have a good time and unwind His “soldier life” never stops with all things happening unkind You hear about the parties and the unbreakable bonds of their brothers But there is only room for them, no family and no others He can never truly “get out” and leave that life behind It takes a strong girl to be with him, a special kind We deal with “the life” and the things that come with them Every thing they go through, we also go through with them Everyone judges my soldier for his wrong doings and life style Maybe he had no choice to be like this all the while Not born with a “silver spoon” in his mouth or a loving family Maybe just maybe……a soldier he was always meant to be I know that side of him no one else cares to or does The love he shows me….couldn’t come from anywhere but above To pass up a love as pure, intense and kind as his Im unable to do So yes, I'm a soldiers girl......or as you would call it "his boo"