My Soldier

Last week I went to my club and there was a soldier;
Leanin' up against the wall with a cane.
Not some ghetto bad boy, been shot down.
Little boy, (class of '87) makes him about 36, I guess.
No, he's no gangsta, he's a victim of a senseless prison.
M.S.
Still out there .
Workin' it, workin' it hard .
Said there's nothin' else he can do.
He's rockin' it, makin' it work.
Long as it lasts.
My soldier.
You keep me goin'.