Running around with the nickname, a kid always fast-paced
through Nogales stuck in his car or on his motorcycle
carrying out his orders, keeping an eye on his hat
and his people and also equally on the 20th and
it's true that they are brothers
when they took care of me I always extended my hand to them
good and bad, always with their heads held high, the
chops they nicknamed him
well aware of the radius in Nogales Magdalena and
other towns watched him with orders almost daily
the 3-1 in frequency at night the morning dawn
rain or shine at any time he was alert when
on 50 or 63 I tried it or in one of those the camel
occupied it in hot it became active
how we made a mess and I remember in the two clubs in
that little virgin I made fun of the military also
with my r-15 and how to forget the 5.7 that in checkpoints and
diretes gave me free passage
they couldn't alone if they asked for support either from
in front the Their bag was loose, the 3-1 was in
he liked the band and as soon as the ticket arrived
the result of some hot freight he celebrated
he loved danger and like no one else he was scared
in good experiences I was addicted
to me if they kill me from behind it must be
when I was alive they were his words
said and done so he left

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