Multiple Individuals Allow a Musical Invasion, Miami.

Where keys distort the image of reality each note on the brink of insanity

Where people aren’t people but music,

I my own harmony

New millennium or Jurassic here we all love the classic

Pianos, who believe that white and black belong side by side

Not forgetting my ethnicity of the boom bam slide of the merengue ride

 Bachata invading the streets trafficking hip hop on every corner

Colorful skirts spinning to the stomp, stomp beat of Cumbia

Screaming on every block the want to rock but it’s time to roll

Towards a new generation of house music and techno

No longer defined by boots and cowboy hats

 And a small part of the map we shuffle to our love of country 

Loud drums, saxophone, piano, guitar or acoustic

 no matter how you chose it this is the land of the music

Where I’m from we aren’t defined by the color of our skin

But of the rhythms within that you can no longer contain

Makes you jump out of the societal frame and live to your own rhythm

Boom bam slide enjoy the ride, where I’m from

We don’t live to the stereotypes of bump and grind

Every movement has a measured meaning boom bam slide with feeling

And the feelings not deceiving once you’re here you’re never leaving

Where I’m from palm trees weave back and forth to the beat

old men playing dominoes in the street boom bam slide of the pieces

Women preparing a feast boom bam slide of the pots and pans

Fans screaming at the current winning boom bam slide of the people

Children playing baseball with sticks in the streets boom bam slide of kids

Together we all create our own symphony of intertwined melodies

Where I’m from there’s no such things as immigrants we’re all citizens of the music