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I lived in a place where I took my first steps Said my first words Cried, screamed, and laughed for the first time Brought into a place that would one day be missed Where all you could see at night were the stars and downtown lights A place where you heard sirens everyday, shots being fired, and helicopters above Where everyone knew everyone A place where despite the constant crimes Somehow you would always see a smile A place that was considered "ghetto" to others But home to me I lived in place called East Los Angeles, California I lived in a place that will be missed and loved But will never be forgotten…