tattooed arms, looks calm
you look at the coconut, you look good
he was thrown by the gabachos because of the fights he was accused of
and in tijuana we look at each other right I'm working
from my parents the love we had from children
but I did not want to understand, and jail went to understand me with English
memories I only take me from the streets of san diego
several are the attacks, several shots we hit
You miss him, you fight, until the sky hugs
and my mother so beautiful that she has always respected me
a cell is in San Diego
greetings cousin rogelio
the beast sige activated
but right now it's saved
next to the wallet the bulldog
is the one who barks, several times on the street
they have watched him throw bar
missions I have in life
help to my family
things that I do not forget
my mother taught me
to correct the tortilla
the special is always in the shot
the 4-0 with me
in case someone does it live
I jump if I hear any noise
from morro haya on the hill
green has always been the way
and over the years
They are my friends.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)