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 some how 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.