A dose of morphine entered my body
and between sleeping and awake
it crossed my mind
my family and all my loved ones
the work and sacrifice
that It took me to be the boss
with my iron eagles
I put them in tons
from Colombia to abroad
I was a friend of my people
maximum of the posters
the great Lord Of Los Gosh...
I made a deal with the real partners
I became a drug trafficker
and head of the Juárez cartel
I made routes where the air could flow
also n big-time trafficking
on commercial planes
a real Sinaloan boss
he put in four or five times
much more dust than others
he didn't move a single gram
without having consulted me
no one was in charge alone...
I became friends with the tough guys in the government
highly influential generals were on my payroll
The business gave me enough profit
that was enough for me and left over
to pay the foreign debt
I started looking for the DEA
without having the slightest idea
where I was involved
although the gringos allied themselves
to Zedillo's government
they never could with me...
With my fleet of Boeing 7-27s
my planes for freight
control air traffic
I was the main supplier of this market
I became the king of white gold
I gained power and respect
I made a world of money
there were in Brazil and Cuba
I left beautiful memories
my Argentine colleagues
the Chileans and Europeans
were part of my kingdom...
My beginnings were with my Uncle Fonseca
I took care of a beech winery in Guadalajara
an illness took me out of school
hit by poverty
I stopped milking the cows
a life of mystery
I became number one
the great Lord Of Los Gosh
I've never had a government
maybe this operation
could be the perfect plan...
In life I surround myself with loyal friends
and try to be kind
with those who did not go
now I hope to claim victory again
and the rest will be history
the injection no longer took effect
I feel a hunch
I'm going to take another flight
maybe I'll never return
I'm going to get lost in the skies
without leaving any clue
in case they look for me again...

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