I left my land
with something in between
I'm from Sinaloa
nice my state
by the road
my ranch is
I do not forget my people less my past
I was just a novice with good intentions
that was presented to a manor
he said to my eyes
in this business
sometimes your dreams go to the pantheon
without looking down I said to that man
sir if I knew how sad it is to be poor
no matter how hard you work, you do not always eat
no matter how hard you look, you do not find where
when I was little I dreamed of being someone
Today I feel like I can and I want to improve myself
reward my old men for giving me their time
for giving my life for giving me his blood
I understand you boy more than you think
because in my past there is also poverty
the most important thing is not to feel ashamed
Take care of your principles that's what counts
I will be your teacher for a few days
and you'll go to the ring when I say
go and look for respect, you can do it
you have to fight and play your life
good references got the mafia
seeing that the tests were passed
suddenly that man gave me his confidence
and I went on the ranches getting race
pleated boot but stylish
they came to combat for various reasons
they were trained and now they are soldiers
very deep inside we aspire the same
today from the mountains I receive instructions
and to the letter I execute an order
I know and follow the rules of a capo
I bring the label, I bring the uniform
and a history that represents me
maybe at my age I'm leaving evidence
Together with my boys we take care of a puddle
my password is active at any time.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)