I Am

I am from soccer balls and goalie gloves

From Playstation 2 and hot Cali weather

I am from the streets and back alleys  

(black top burns from

playing in the streets)

I am from the family tree,

That was chopped down

I am from being the 5 out of 8 child but the role model

From Eusebio and Rafaela

I’m from am I good enough?

From tráeme una chela! From your the example mijo.

I am from never talking back to my father

I’m from the streets

with bloody, banged up knees

from playing street soccer

I'm from a dysfunctional family,

A family that fell apart.

I’m from that house that isn't my home,

From a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree.

I'm from sitting in the cold nights alone,

Where the stars represent more.

They are wishes of a better past,

But we all know that it’s too late for that.

So now it's for a better future.

I'm from a different story.