[Interlude: 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
