When you're growing everything tends to be out of perspective
Dizzy and dazed el barrio forces you to become reflective
The old men who whistle at you from down the street
The same ones who watched you grow and the same ones you hope your daughter will never meet
Madre warns you about "algo" because your neighborhood isn't meant for young girls like you
But you don't really care because you're tough and you could never believe that what happened to girl down the street could happen to you too
You think your innocence will save you but you're a minority and pretty fantasies only belong to white girls
You struggle and you escape the limits they've set for you but goddamn does your head whirl
La Nuyoricaña they call you because you're "Americanized"
With your fancy makeup and your pretty lies
You aren't the same as before, la hibera disappeared
You are everything the girls your age want and everything your mother fears
But that doesn't mean you've lost your culture you've just accepted another
Allowed yourself to grow beyond the limits of your mother
It's hard because you're stuck between your childhood and growing up
But no matter what you do it'll never be good enough
You're Hispanic but not Hispanic enough for your people
They disown you because
