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A soldier died He was a general who commanded Indian warriors
He was the boss, the mere chingon
He bought houses for the poor Indians
He gave them weapons to the strong Indians
He gave the bought policemen Bites at the fair br/>Dust for the rich and stones for the poor
Fucking poor Indians called him the boss
Take me to heaven boss
Money is nothing
My spirit is everything< br/>Boss bless me come save me boss
Lord Pablo Escobar was a man with vision
The vision of helping his own people
Family man and godfather of the poor
He spread pleasure to the whole world
And now, now people, we are going to the pantheon to bury the boss
Millions of people are going to miss him
Who? Who do I tell you? Who is going to take care of us?
Tell me who
I am the witcher