Pitbull, Will Da~Real One - Outro (El Mariel) lyrics
[Pitbull, Will Da~Real One - Outro El Mariel lyrics]
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
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