I’m From Puerto Rico,
Boricua, I call myself because I’m Puerto Rican.
A place where nature sprouts like embryo becoming babies.
Where it is always warm and no teardrops fall,
The beaches are clear, but really dirty.
My roots are in Puerto, Rico.
But I live in Passaic New Jersey,
Busy streets with running cars,
People inside beeping their horns.
People are always DYING 1 by 1 until we stop this,
Or find a CURE, There will be nothing left.
People don’t really care about anything,
But their children and money.
But how I grew up I care about everything,
Life animals and people My lifes insane,
Like a guy falling from a bridge,
My life and the people’s life,
Are something to care about.
But people don’t see me,
I’m invisible to the world,
I’m making a name for myself,
And thats where im from,