Analysis of Child of Immigrants

This is a street

where I grew older

A place where you always hear a beat

And life grew colder

a hope for tomorrow

Inside you feel the binds

of the ghetto sorrow

Grandma raised me

becasue Mami and Papi had to work

Nothing I knew was true

yet I keep my smirk

I read and write

Learn words of the white

I belive I can win

Go some where diffrent from where I've been

The world is ours

That don't change because of native shores.