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 havent notices weve 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 911 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 thats 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 Im 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. Im screaming like (something) give us our free, me
Pitbull and this industry.
