The dead to the well and the alive to the joy..
as it stinks of marijuana I want to forge it in sandiego to burn it in tijuana
I bring 2 bales of greens, to make pieces of here until tomorrow
the cheyenne brings mota the night is very young and life is short ...
They said I'm hot, I walk like I like when I'm in bed, and like the devil, I do not get scared
crossed over there I stay a pocket of cannabis relax my nerves
green and placid yervita ignites the engines that take flight ...
touches of canavis pipes of the skulls
chicidal run to burn the yerba good
I look at the clouds pa 'down the sky cleared enzyme the stars
the smoke of the brain the relaxed body that good loquera ...
touches of canavis, touches of joy
that follows the kill giving the good life
Only my brain knows everything that happens and crosses my life
crossed and very crazy I keep paniqueado from here arriva
I come that the martin and the one that kills loses the floor
you will occupy it like the redbul to raise me solid
this plane has not landed is still encamped has not touched the floor
I do not know where we are or where we started, I think we got lost ...
They said that I'm on the move, I walk like I like it, and like the devil, the malilla does not scare me
crossed over there I stay a pocket of cannabis relax my nerves
The Cheyenne brings drop the night is very young and life is short ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)