[Kelly Rowland] So you try to believe In the castle made of sand When it falls to the sea And your feet can't find dryland Reach for my hand
[Pitbull] I sacrifice my life to give you my life through speakers Try to do good even though I've been crossed like Jesus God knows I got a good heart but my blood is filled with demons I'm fighting myself believe me I'm far from ignorant, far from greedy If you know what I come from, know what I've been through You think there should have been another outcome Just like most kids, a father I did it without one Come from the city, woulda X-ed you like Malcolm Then you wonder how come I can move in a room full of wolves so swift so smooth Thank you mom for making me a man Let a mother fucker knock down my castle made of sand
[Kelly Rowland] So you try to believe In the castle made of sand When it falls to the sea And your feet can't find dryland Reach for my hand Reach for my hand
[rap Pitbull] I lived my whole life with the world on my shoulders, so I could care less what this music game throws us; I see them looking for what the key to it is but they won't find it, I come from struggle, I'm a fighter, must she be reminded. My mothers past as a tramp has her blinded, but I took her past, I took her pain, I made her strength, I fought the game; do or die, Pitbull's the name. Now all I see is the future, mom I love you; I salute you. And no matter what happens, just know you're the reason that I'm rappin'.
[Kelly Rowland] So you try to believe In the castle made of sand When it falls to the sea And your feet can't find dryland Reach for my hand Reach for my hand
[Jamie Drastik] Look, I'm from the home of the spitters, the winners, the big apple Came down to south beach to build a new castle Every day I'm hustling and every day you hassle Doing what you can and I'm doing what I have to Throw me in the jungle and I'll show you I'm a winner I'm coming out to dinner and wearing a chinchilla I did it for my town to show em the big picture Pit Hit the switch, I promise to never switch up This is for my brother took three and went to jail I'm sendin' all the pictures of my shows through the mail He hit me with a letter, said: I know you'll never fail So put me on a beach with a bucket and a pale
[Kelly Rowland] So you try to believe In the castle made of sand When it falls to the sea And your feet can't find dryland Reach for my hand Reach for my hand