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"
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