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Melting pot is what my barrio has,

the unity of a town is so hard to find,

but the walls are paint with life,

the barrio in arte it is shown,

you turn to the right,

mirando La Virgen, que bello lugar,

then suddenly you see,

so sad a innocent blood marked in the streets,

people with candles lighting the streets,

so another lost soul can find there marvelous way,

mornings are good in this city I see,

12 years have been since Ive been in here,

everyday I open my eyes to see

the diversity my barrio brings,

champurrado and tamales in the morning,

is the breakfast today,

does not matter your color you eat today,

seen the gente come out of work around five,

you then see mi barrio show its life,

moms picking the right ingredients

to make the food of today,

elotes, elotes don ramon begins to scream,

as you see the future of the barrio

with there dollar begin to chase and scream,

compadres sipping on there birrias,

rancheras, corridos

running full volume to the whole streets,

los cholos standing protecting there territorio,

blasting there oldies and with there hynas in one hand!

the heat of the gente

makes the dark night into a bright light,

like a glow stick we stand out,

my barrio is Latino in all the ways,

people united, wants to be are number one thing,

Los Angeles

city of lost angels trying to survive everyday

with sweat and blood our gente gets there bread,

many nationalities we have from china town to East Los,

we are indeed a melting pot,

we are all here together in this little place,

hundreds of nationalities admiring the land of the free,

but we know is only a saying

cause you have to come up and swim  

or in the pond youll float,

Los Angeles god choused to bless,

people laughing,

pura felicidad es lo que tiene esta bella ciudad,

we are one in this place,

thats why latino my barrio is really something great!

Brown, white and all color are living in here,

even el chino says como estas compa,

tiramo una chela,

we laugh and play,

we are lucky to live today,

we struggle but we move on,

my barrio sweats and bleeds to keep us save,

now tell me this,

isnt  this a Latino way!

no matter what,

you are brown, white or black ,

today it only seems like a dream,

but in my beautiful Los Angeles a reality it becomes,

because we all are here to survive,

so when you are ask for help

dont look at the color of the offering hand,

but the heart

which is only one color

and like my community learn how to adapt.