Now that I'm in jail
I have already noticed
of what I did not know
Where are those friends?
those relatives
who spoke and talked
and although I do not need them
but if I remember
of those pisteadas ...
I am not a criminal
I am a trafficker
which is very different
you have to have feelings
so you can distinguish
the people who are people
if they treat me for the bad
I jump the bars
the unconscious comes out ...
And the day will come
when I go free
that the doors open
the roars will be heard
of rifles and cars
there for my land
I'll be there with my people
and with my family
I know they expect me
Hopefully, it will be very soon
because the despair
Sometimes it comes to me ...
(And this is .. Del Records)
The adrenaline that porto
character and genes
I bring it in the blood
it is my father's inheritance
also from my mother
that I admire enough
and those aka four seven
how I miss them
full of park ...
Those who have been with me
in good and bad
they will be my friends
those who have left me alone
better not get up
they are going to be a nuisance
do not go out the devil
go out Caro
and a monk makes mud ...
I better go saying goodbye
because however
I'm still locked in here
for all my friends
I send you a hug
also a message
I want to jump
to a car of the year
and come out chicoteado
because when they least think
day or night
come to Kikil Caro ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)