Walking home after a long hot day, 
Playing soccer with the neighborhood kids. 
We laughed and joked around as we walked  
Down the calles of el barrio. 
 
Past the old creepy abandoned house, on Santo Street, 
And hearing the chuchos ladrando. 
The streetlights turned on and that’s when we ran for it. 
We grew up knowing that streetlights on meant our asses must be home. 
 
As soon as we made our last turn you heard everyone. 
Los tíos y tías, los abuelos y abuelas, y el chisme del día. 
My ears are fond of these familiar sounds, 
This is my home. 
 
My house is the last one on the right 
I see my papa fixing the car and my brothers running around. 
My mama is calling us for dinner 
And we all ran inside. 
 
I changed as quickly as I could, and headed to the table. 
Mama brings out la holla and immediately I know what it is. 
Un caldo de pollo steaming as she lifts the lid. 
Hell, I’m not even surprised -- it was a hot day.