My Soldier has been away. I hold it down for mine.
There is a reason to this rhyme. Loyal to Love. Believing in Romantic Fruit.
Wearing his emotions on his sleeves rubs off on me. Allowed to love cool with we.
Reaching out to say I Am You. Stay there. I rep here. No need. Strength within royalty.
Fighting to maintain the peace. Fighting to celebrate another you or me.
In the trenches. Pain comes with the Joy. A Promise I will never accept boy. Endure the ups and downs, the elders built me to marinate in the love they found!
The battle of hate is beat with compassion. Now bring me his mommas son....
