Find a boy in the heart of Medford

Advised to study hard and with effort

Instead his happiness was demanded now more than ever

Searching for his soul, blinded by influence

Alas, he is caught up slacking and kickin’ it

Life were to slip if he didn’t quit riskin’ it

Realization of his purpose, he gives hope a run for its money

And tried to set forth a path for his future to be sunny

However he didn’t know what would happen to his mummy

In wallow of a black tar of sadness

Summoned memories irritated by broken glasses

However hope persisted, and onward came to classes

Alas the young boy finally reached the finale

Remained was ambition to own a bugatti

In turn what was given was a new Bengali

A new evolution had finally occurred

Right now was the time to fly like a bird