I am the right hand
of the man who has the command
on board 4 wheels we are well equipped
all world with biblical plebes are altered to the first call
it is pure escort of war that for its flag they die fighting
To the 22 that add the result is a 4
Gentlemen, do not worry, that's the key that I bring
jump when the same is required the plebes we are not playing
those who get tangled die
There are those who dare raise their hands
What I keep in my kangaroo all have that doubt
To ask me they think about it when they see my waist
pull with lead and act on the canvas if you wish
she never leaves me nor does she forgive like my horn
With long range radios also heavy gauges
we never throw to the air each milestone has the white
A fifty-year-old sleeves up the armored trucks if they are traversed
there are too many bullets
and many want to have someone who throws
Listen, sir, thank you very much, here you have me at your side
You gave me your trust and I will not disappoint you
also to my companions who walk on fire
I send a greeting
I'm the 4 to date and the right hand of number 1.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)