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They said that I was horned in the ranches they saw me mounted in armored vehicles with the hat and sideways perhaps with bibs and always in caravans
Manuel Torres Félix, m1 the waved Culiacán
The plain memories remained
My name and my history marked in time
If the government was precise and fulfilled what it wanted, it was also lucky
Just for not seeing myself in jail I fought with lead and fire
I fought to the death
I ran out of park two supermarkets are not enough already crossfire I fought at a disadvantage my body stretched out at dawn
Killing me does not end this lost war
More keeps growing just to avenge my son
Fame burns me but I don't regret it
With Caro my blood came the rampage
I made decisions came reactions I
I did not make war, what I did is take revenge
Goodbye compadre and brother Javier you know
I was waiting for you no one today from the shelter
Goodbye my tostoneado Moorish horse
I am already my son rest easy
Twins in command with the whole team
That there the guilty respect the children
They already hunted a brave lion that gave them war and hit them solid
The one with dusty cars, silver knife, terror of enemies
I faithful of the retro the lord of the plains pillar of the towers 14 in the radios
Lead to the guilty, respect the children
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