A trocona of the year
he walks around the state
load dark glasses
and it handles a heavy
the chaca of Michoacan
this is what they have called
I have poverty
to choose that path
with its value the change
his miserable destiny
first was the godson
and now he is the godfather
Your profession already know
for his personality
You can see the chicken stringer
and this palenque not to mention
the one who seeks him finds him
and do not look for him again
I will not say your name
because we are armed
but he's from Michoacan
the earth that wants so much
because the best harvest
from there they are sending it
To the United States
they cross it by tons
buy in several states
and at the border they nail it
that's why in many cities
how it smells like marijuana
He walks wherever he wants
enjoying your money
with friends and women
dawns whole days
I do not know what he means
they ask where is the güero
How beautiful is Michoacan
their towers as they have grown
that is my homeland
very proud I say
Take care of the sierra
because from there we have lived
Only among all we can make this a better place :)