It's in those jeans.
It's in that white printed tee
It's in those converse sneakers
It's in that half cracked smile you pull
It's in those shades
It's in that face.

The detail in which it's shaped and made
The colour which intensifies your smile
The hair which makes you black

It's the love you always feel  
It's the hate you always resent
It's the mediocrity you oppose
It's the fear you never feel

Heart, honour, respect.
To the decent man