Misconstrued Thoughts : Yesterday's Misconstrued Thoughts Today

I have no idea where i'm going with this, but I wrote it the other night.

When I say I been around, I ain't talking bout the block,
I mean I was around before "thugs" started walking my block,
Talking their talk, not walking their walk,
back when pops felt he had to call the cops,
for them trashing his day lillies,
back since push pops, high tops, and wet willies,
since slip and slides, front wheel rides, and just plain acting silly.
Now the block ain't what it was,
too many boys want to be men and so they sell drugs.
I remember when I saw ShadeTree selling his name sake,
not really for money, but just for his name's sake,
to some old ladies, with brown babies, who lived cross town,
frowning he got in a car, got out with more money than frown.
I knew what it was so I made sure I didn't stare,
I'm too healty to rest, I don't pack a vest,
I'm not a cop so I ain't going there.
And that's the problem with things on my block,
we see everything but we never see a cop.

Light:
To find true beauty,
it takes delight.
To be honest with oneself,
and look towards the light.
It will show fine,
and it will shine true.
Not glittery or golden,
or of unnatural beau.
It isn't just there,
or come by chance.
It takes time,
more than the first glance.
To truly see it,
your eye has to be refined.
To see past the outershell,
into the inner kind.
You look deep
past the wall and guard.
To see the heart
Isn't all that hard.