There’s a path partly low and high
Tough and soft to an hustling guy,
In an area built not only for, or by the rich,
He’s black and dark but for love shall bleach
He dresses to impress and at times seems childish
He isn’t an empty vessel or Einstein skull,
Not so awful and nor holy in all,
An area boy with greener of field
He might not be what she solely dream
But he can be all her soul shall ever need.

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