Outro

[Will "Da Real One"]

A 1980 exodus of a hundred and twenty-five thousand dreams

A quest to find out what freedom really means at any cost

Boatloads 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 McDuffy was being beaten to death by four white cops

This world was about to face the music

Between El Mariel and the 1980 riots, we as minority Americans

Could no longer take our freedom for granted and misuse it

Because in case y'all haven't noticed

We've gone from the El Mariel boatlift

To the Hurricane Katrina buslift with the same response

With America standing to help us with one hand on their 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 cannot 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

Hope that when I spit this poem, the whole world will remember me

I'm screamin' like Sincaid give us us us free

Me, Pitbull, and this industry

Will "Da Real One", I'm out