the one who believes that Yerba Mala does not die, that counts those who are already gone
Yerba Mala took his metals
coming out in your Lexus for the employers
have if I could find the guys
that they had stolen at their point.
I look for them in the big cities
and when Christmas was coming
he could send them walking
on the street all together.
and from far away shots were heard
leaving from 9 and 30-30
Yerba Mala was able to achieve
that death fell like a storm
and a little boy who saw it all
He went out to hide in a store
and Yerba Mala went to cover
in the fifth amendment.
The little boy grew little by little
and he was getting involved in that crazy world
where the corners stink to lead
and the bodies to blood.
They put him inside his head
those who worked on e 'the table
that to start always starts
knowing the big one
and that little boy who was already a man
He did not stop until he found a good shovel
and that was the best thing he did
pa 'to meet with Yerba Mala
Yerba Mala told him to pass
and sit with me here in my room
and he handed her a 45 with many bullets.
With the weapon that the young man to Yerba Mala confronted
and screaming asked him if he remembered
of the massacre that as a child
in his own neighborhood he organized
and that his father among the victims was.
and pointing to him shot / died /
Yerba Mala to the floor fell / died /
his sin did not confess / was lost /
and his soul was not saved / hear him /
how could i imagine
that the young man was going to throw
the same day that I would give
The trust pa 'work.
the boy from there went out / ran away /
and with the point he stayed / took it /
everyone respected him / /
to know what happened / hear it /
his flag came to plant
and who was going to criticize
if those who kill are those who live
and the one who is dead is going to be buried.
Yerba Mala has already been forgotten
as well as those who the same
I had eliminated
and the beautiful plans I had dreamed
they are underground.
and a nephew who idolized him
tremendous revenge already planned
living in the story that is never scared
and another war begins
another war begins
oooye, that the same thing is repeated
Well Yerba Mala if she dies
Only among all we can make this a better place :)