If I said I’m from New York in a Mexican town
Where I’ve lived all my life and people pass by everyday
Would you know where I’m from?

Where I’m from the sky rings with heat
And the field screams soccer
Where there are games and teams all the time
And where the field is beside my grandparents house

Where I’m from Sundays are known as work days
Where you hear “elotes” and “Tacos”
Almost everyone has something to sell and
You won’t be able to walk through the road without being amazed

Where I’m from, that’s where most of my family is living
Under the sun
The sun rays on us like hell and
In the mornings the heat is too much to handle

Where I’m from there are parties every night
Where it’s time for drug dealers to come out
Sometimes the party goes smoothly
Sometimes fights arise and gunshots sound

Where I’m from the safety is trash
No police do their job
Where I’m from the freedom goes to far
And there’s no stopping it

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