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
Letras de canciones similares en http://es.mp3lyrics.com/YhTyher 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.