The team made its way
detonating the 50's
as expected
there was fire in Guachinango
by the bullets of the 90
and my friend the Gringo.
I have the best memory
the pain has not beaten me
in his honor I always offer
how do you miss Guero?
If they fought the abyss, hold the sting
the NG goes up we are Masters of Terror
I tell them right
They do not know who is the Mencho
because the Mencho is my employer.
(And Roulette Keep Turning ..... Revolve Cannabis)
There were fires in the streets
red blood in the concrete
with the noise of the barrets
the crystals broke
I know they do not forget that.
The dead man does not scare me
nor those who are loading
you already know that I am masizo
as a frog I always jump
although they tell me the Toad.
I am free as the wind will not let me grab
090 my key there I let you find out
I am the Sapo de Valles
I am son of Don Gonzalo
and I am pure Michoacán.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)