Outro

A 1980 exodus of 125,000 dreams
A quest to find out what freedom
Really means at any cost
Boat loads of Cubans lost in a maze of red tape and hate
Entered this country through the bottom of the united states
And straight set up shop
As Arthur McDuffie was being beat
To death by four white cops
This world was about to face the music

Between the El Mariel and the 1980 riots
We as minorities Americans could no longer
Take our freedom for granted and misuse it
Because incase you haven't notices
We've gone from the El Mariel boatlift,
To the Hurricane Katrina bus lift with the same response
With America standing to help us
With one hand on her hips
And the other one on her guns
Like 9 11 somehow made us all Americans,
But it took a tragedy to make us all feel like we were one
You see the El Mariel boatlift, Hurricane Katrina
And the Oklahoma bombings

We all got something in common and that's the desire
To enjoy a freedom that can not be rearranged by fear
To let nothing stand in the way of the freedom
Of those who chose to live here so today is 1980 again
And I'm that bus that crashed through
The gates of the Peruvian embassy
I hope that when I spit this poem the whole world will remember me
I'm screaming like (something) give us us our free,
Me Pitbull and this industry