So much time has passed and I'm still fighting
I haven't passed the age of 20 and I'm still in the neighborhood
and I've seen many fall from the chasm
they kill them or put them in school
screwed but I make the tortilla
and I'm still here
here I'm still tending to my Little Store...
My friends have all gone up
and now what do they have with what
they don't even come close anymore
I watch them go by in their year-old trucks
and I'm still driving around in my chachita
and now that they're taking pure buchanans
and while here we're doing surrender..
with a baso la cahuama...
There is a breed that takes it charoleando
they presume to work for a guy
they say they are in a million with all of them
and they themselves hand them over to the government
when they kill the boss the opponents
there are then they change the flag
and there are they go around attacking the other side...
(And don't stop Obregon, Sonora
there is te ca Tuti, Alex, Juanacas al Edwin)
When I was just starting to relax
they told me that there was a new manager
that if I didn't pay a place I would They said
and that the price of the pound would rise
the dirty pig they took out
but no sir, I have my dignity
fucked but I will never walk like a cat...
And in the end they closed the Little Store for me
because of the cleaning they did here in the neighborhood
Agusto was working all this time
and these people arrive making their mess
they just take it away warming up the place
and they stole my clientele
and now what does someone do to fill the pansa...
I don't deny that what I do is very bad
but in this crisis you can't find I work
and if you find it, it doesn't even pay for the rent
much less to go out and go around
not even selling drugs can you make money
imagine, imagine working like other people... .