WE ARE REMEMBERING THE BOSS, THE CHILD WHO WAS FAR FROM SCHOOL, WHO LEARNED TO DO ACCOUNTS BY COUNTING COSTALES. WE ARE REMEMBERING ARTURO...
ARTURO BELTRAN LEYVA.
The pelones for warriors, join the gueros there for the sound
they capture me, the mochomo of courage, I cry and the war detonates
I left a mark in walnut trees and together with Barbie I conquered the path
money for everywhere by land and by air THE KING OF MORELOS
barefoot among the plots of extreme poverty I negotiated every day
but a promise was made that I would buy some white boots one day
tamia pa badiraguato you left the lap of a golden eagle
the story that I sing to you is from the boss of bosses ARTURO BELTRAN
An old man gave him some advice, you are the architect of your own history
the future is Colombian, they bring a fuck white man they call coca
ARTURO's intelligence, I assure you, was like few others.
WHEN THE DIAMOND IS FINE, NOT EVEN DUST OPAQUES IT.
and turn up the volume----revolver cannabis
Pal' revolver you are brave I invite you to Durango there is a lot of money
when hunger is killing you at 14 years old you don't think about risks
because he was a prisoner that black Tuesday they saw him captive
but since he was a brain he opened the steel bars on Sunday
the government conspired, it was their mission to put them in jake
uncle San Fen I ordered, for my Calderon he was always a coward
enough blood has already flowed, innocent guilty people we are at peace
no one owes anything to anyone, he tells ARTURO, compadre Guzman
they surround the boss of bosses , rapid death of hundreds of sailors
Arturo hands over your weapons but they know that the beard was finer
the assistant is gone, the BOSS IS NOW SLEEPING QUIET.
THIS OR THEY WANT MORE....
AND PURE DEL