[old film projector running]
[Mario Ramil] You know what I was doing at 25 (in Cuba)?
Oye, at 25 man.
Oye.
At 25, (I would tackle anything, brother,)
(and nothing happened to me.)
Nothing.
NOTHING.
I would go up. I run, I jump in the ah-ocean.
Yeah.
Mom and pop had a tough time.
Son of immigrants.
They just trynna find a better life for all they children.
All they children.
Yeah, uh
You don't know what's out there, but you out.
You knew how to take care of us in this new route.
You blew out your money to fly to a new crowd.
And do now the work with these new proud Cubanos.
Y'all stick together 'cause you're all you got man.
Negative balance when, yeah, all you bought then
was the brand that got you with the bargain.
You rode home thinkin' "I'm the problem.
6 AM to 12 at night.
Got to keep my eyes open though my health might bite
me back, but it's more likely that my son won't have food.
His friends got snacks.
He might get a little hungry, too afraid to ask.
He lookin' shy, probably from the movin' back to back
to back to back to back
after changing course and changing tracks.
5 years, 10 homes. Yeah, you can do the math.
He probably sick and tired of my damn old ass.
Thinking that I do this just to cause relapse.
I just really hope that he don't think that."
Oye this is Jean, yea I wrote this lil' song
Just to prove that statement wrong,
didn't know that I belonged to a group of the dopest.
Y'all fought so all my doors could be open.
Learning how to walk the walk so they don't hate you.
Leaving no cards to fate, you tolerate new faces,
gazes from people that hate with no basis,
just 'cause you don't happen to speak the same language.
Mom and pop had a tough time.
Son of immigrants.
They just trynna find a better life for all they children.
All they children.
Yeah, uh
(The malecon told you "Don't leave.)
For a happy life,)
one needs a little bit of their roots,")
("In Yuma there's nothing brother.)
(Nothing.)
(Don't leave.")
Glad that you left 'cause (the time)
Showed we needed, needed change in the tempo.
I'd really love to take this (moment).
To present this to my fam' as a memento.
(I'll remember you, always).
All the trouble, (of my people),
Just to get it. Just to get it.
and my parents, fuckin' legends.
Woo,  Woo
Hey, hey, hey.
Mom and pop had a tough time, tough time.
Yeah, yeah.
Tough time, tough time.
I'm the son of immigrants.
The son of innocent, sole participants
sharing Gaia.
We ain't trynna be irritant.
We just going to (the beach, bro).
