[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