Ladies and gents, turn up your sound system to the sound of Carlos Santana and the GMB ghetto blues from the Refugee Camp. Oh, Maria, Maria, she remind me of a West Side Story, growing up in Spanish Harlem. She livin' the life just like a movie star, oh, Maria, Maria. She fall in love in East LA, to the sound of the guitar, yeah, yeah. Play by Carlos Santana. Stop the lootin', stop the shootin', pickpockin' on the corner. See, as the rich is getting richer, the poor is getting poorer. See, me and Maria on the corner, thinkin' of ways to make it better. In my mailbox, there's an eviction letter. Some out of justice, see you later, yeah, yeah. East Coast. Maria, Maria, she remind me of a West Side Story, growing up in Spanish Harlem. She livin' the life just like a movie star, oh, Maria, Maria. She fall in love in East LA, to the sound of the guitar, yeah, yeah. Play by Carlos Santana. I said, ala favela, don't you notice, the streets aren't getting hotter. There is no water to put out the fire. Me conta respet, ala. See, me and Maria on the corner, thinkin' of ways to make it better. Then I look up in the sky, hopin' that there's a better day. North side. South side. Worldwide. Maria, you know you're my lover. When the wind blows, I can feel you through the weather. And even when we are apart, it still feels like we're together, Maria, yeah. She remind me of a West Side Story, growing up in Spanish Harlem. She livin' the life just like a movie star, oh, Maria, Maria. She fall in love in East LA, to the sound of the guitar. Play by Carlos Santana. Put em' up, y'all. Follow Santana with the refugee gang. Wyclef. Jerry Wonder. Mr. Santana. GMB. Yo, Carlos, man, you makin' that guitar cry.