“I don’t wanna make hood music, I don’t wanna make street music, I want to make world music, global music, international music.”

The people in Cuba, they know what I stand for, and there’s a lot of people in Cuba that stand for the same. But they can’t say it.

I’ve always had goals, always had visions, always had a plan, always been very strategic.

Any time I see anything moving onstage, I’m cautious about it.

Patience, passion and perseverance equals success.

I won’t perform in Cuba until there’s no more Castro and there’s a free Cuba. To me, Cuba’s the biggest prison in the world, and I would be very hypocritical were I to perform there.

It’s all about music, because music is basically what’s, been my avenue out of maybe being involved in things I shouldn’t be.

I started doing shows in places that I couldn’t pronounce, didn’t know existed, and I’ve seen people that didn’t speak English or Spanish rapping to every lyric and singing to every hook. I said, “This is the type of music that I want to do.”

I was taught in kindergarten: sharing is caring.

My owner is life and that’s what I fight for.

Punish the deed, not the breed.

My whole thing is just being a part of good music.

I already had three strikes against me. One, I have light skin. Two, I’m from Miami, which wasn’t getting looked at at the time. Three, I’m Cuban. But now, I’ve made everything that stacked against me into a virtue.

Show the World where you’re from, show the World we are one.

The thing with me and endorsements is it’s harder for me to get endorsements because of the simple fact that I want in.

I can be a part of everything. Every movement.

It’s the true meaning of music being a universal language, constantly fighting and going through different boundaries in order for new people to hear the music and be like, “Oh, sh*t! I mess with this Pitbull kid.”

Unexpressed feelings reside in music that does not have lyrics, but feelings in rhythm!

Every album has its sad songs and happy songs.

Our souls dance to the music our hearts are making.

Picked up the guitar, and within seconds everyone was on their feet. I’ll never forget this moment.

She now finds solace in vanilla-scented daydreams, as her soul sings away in a musical symphony of humid breaths and well-favored smiles.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

Music is the melody whose text is the world.

maybe all we need is some good music, good company, and bad dancing to remind us what it is to be alive