As I walk down my neighborhood street,
I look around at the things I meet.
I see Luis Martes Grocery ,
My bodega" where my mom has been buying her milk & cheese
Up ahead I see the street kids , Grinding to survive
Here in my neighborhood we look out for one another .
I guess we got to stick together like a family
My friend's , live up the block
On Fridays we get together & spent it together
I guess were all misunderstood cause were all raise from the "Ghetto"
i think Every place has its Good & evil,
But my father always taught me
"It's Not Where You Come From, It's Where You Are Going"
i like to make the best of both worlds
Am proud of where i come from ...
its like they say "to get to the top you have to start at the bottom".
No one said life is easy but am young so i" can make the Best of it"
On a Tuesday night where even The streets get lonely
I watch my shadow as am walking home from school,
i pass by John fried chicken, HMmmmm the smell of Fries"
I get to my destination...
I put my key in the door i have arrived ..
I see my momther & my brothers & sisters ..
Now i know that I'm truly at home...
