The Person In This Picture Is Really

I've Been Thinking About It, And That Poem, That Guy That Wrote It, He Meant You're Gold When You're A Kid, Like Green. When You're A Kid Everything's New, Dawn. It's Just When You Get Used To Everything That It's Day. Like The Way You Dig Sunsets, Pony. That's Gold. Keep That Way, It's A Good Way To Be.

I Learned That If You Want To Get Somewhere, You Just Make Up Your Mind And Work Like Hell Til You Get There.

I Didn't Think Much About That Statement Then. But Later I Would-i Still Do. I Think About It And Think About It Until I Think I'm Going Crazy.

They Used To Be Buddies, I Thought, They Used To Be Friends, And Now They Hate Each Other Because One Has To Work For A Living And The Other Comes From The West Side. They Shouldn't Hate Each Other.

That's Why People Don't Ever Think To Blame The Socs And Are Always Ready To Jump On Us. We Look Hoody And They Look Decent. It Could Be Just The Other Way Around - Half Of The Hoods I Know Are Pretty Decent Guys Underneath All That Grease, And From What I've Heard, A Lot Of Socs Are Just Cold-blooded Mean - But People Usually Go By Looks.