| A 1980 exodus of 125,000 dreams, a quest to find out what freedom really means
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| at any cost.
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| Boat loads of Cubans lost in a maze of red tape and hate,
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| entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set
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| up shop.
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| As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this world was
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| about to face the music.
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| Between the El Mariel and the 1980 riots,
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| we as minorities Americans could no longer take our freedom for granted and
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| misuse it
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| because incase you haven’t notices we’ve gone from the El Mariel boatlift to
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| the Hurricane Katrina bus lift with the same response.
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| With America standing to help us with one hand on her hips and the other one on
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| her guns.
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| Like 9/11 some how made us all Americans but it took a tragedy to make us all
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| feel like we were one.
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| You see the El Mariel boatlift, Hurricane Katrina and the Oklahoma bombings,
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| we all got something in common and that’s the desire to enjoy a freedom that
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| can not be rearranged by fear.
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| To let nothing stand in the way of the freedom of those who chose to live here
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| so today is 1980 again and I’m that bus that crashed through the gates of the
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| Peruvian embassy.
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| I hope that when I spit this poem the whole world will remember me.
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| I’m screaming like (something) give us us our free, me Pitbull and this
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| industry. |