I’m from the 2 and the 6 line
Where the corner stores know my name
Where sirens sing and people scream
Where every street has a story
Some sweet, some deep.
I’m from where people sit on steps
Sing and dance under hydrants
Where moms yell out the windows
And dads shoot dice on cracked concrete.
I’m from The Bronx, but not the one on TV
No, the one that made me.
