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 McDuffy was being beaten to death by four white cops this world was about to face the music
Between the El Mariel and the 1980 riots
We as minority Americans could no longer take our freedom for granted and misuse it
Because in case you haven't noticed 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 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
I hope that when I spit this poem the whole world will remember me
I'm screaming like Sincaid give us us our free, me Pitbull and this industry
Will Da~Real One, I'm out