HE WHO BELIEVES THAT YERBA MALA DOESN'T DIE... LET'S TELL THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY GONE... If he saw the guys who had robbed him at his point
He looked for them in the big cities and when Christmas was approaching
He was able to send them all walking in the street together
And from afar he They heard shots coming from 9 and 30-30
Yerba mala was able to make death silence them like a storm
And a little boy who saw everything ran to hide in a store
Yerba mala he went to cover the 5th amendment
The little boy grew up little by little and became involved in that
Crazy world where the corners reek of lead and the bodies
Of blood...
Those who worked on it put it inside his head
Of the table, which to set up always begins by knowing
The great one
And that little boy who was already a man does not stop until he finds him
br/>A good pay, and that was the best thing he did to be able to
Meet him again with yerba mala, yerba mala told him pass
And sit with me here in my living room, and I'll give him a 45 with
br/>Many bullets
With the gun the young man confronted bad grass, and shouting I asked him
What if he remembered, the massacre that when he was a child in his own neighborhood he organized... And that his father was among the victims
He found
And taking aim he shot him
And he fell silent on the floor with bad grass (he died)
His sin was not confessed, and his soul was not saved
How could he imagine that the young man was going to shoot him
The same day that would give him the confidence to work...
The boy there left (he ran away)
And He kept the point (he took it)
And everyone respected him, knowing what happened (listen to it)
His flag came to be planted and who was going to criticize him
If those who Those who kill are those who live and those who are dead
He is going to be buried...
Yerba mala was already forgotten, just like those he himself had eliminated, and the beautiful plans he had dreamed they are
Underground...
And a nephew who idolized him already has tremendous revenge
Planned living in the story that never ends
And another war begins
Another war begins, ohhhh yeah
That the same thing is repeated
That Yerba mala does die...