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A leg was cut off but he didn't run
A hand was cut off but he didn't run
A nail was cut off but he didn't run
But he didn't run but he didn't run
Who's afraid? who folds?
Who runs when the enemy is behind him
Not afraid not folding
Ready to fight together when I am plucked from the
supreme's waist
I am as tough of iron
Soaked in fire just to soften it
Supreme
I don't know how to howl
Even if I have a hammer to attack
My suffering
Hardly endured
br/>Until my single tooth sharpened
My suffering
Hardly sharpened
Until my single tooth sharpened
Arm, hand, head, name
carried in war< br/>I've tasted it
Maybe that's why I'm shaped like this
The way it was used didn't surprise me
I immediately knew that sometimes you have to be sarcastic
Blood flowed when I found out the plan
Others whose only desire is the most likely
When I try someone I always look down
When someone is convicted and the gun doesn't itch
Because I'm used to chopping wood
But sometimes I ask if anyone has been there
The non-stop flow of the red stream
And in the market of violence there is no need to buy
What the pen of Jose
I think it's slow, this is fast
I'm the brain used by Andres
What I suffered
Forced to lift
Until my single tooth sharpened
br/>My suffering
Hardened by force
Until my single tooth sharpened
Who is afraid? who folds?
Who runs when the enemy is behind him?