No Le Temo a La Muerte

I'm not afraid of death nor do I boast of being brave
But I know well what I carry
And even though we walk without people
I've always been solitary and to those who act too smart
I don't investigate the reasons, I give them what they deserve
And I don't boast about what I am
Nor do I hang out with a clique

No brand clothes
Cholo and laid back
I like to relax
And a rooster to burn
Tattoos on my skin
That tell the truth

I carry a nine strapped just to defend myself
And what moves here is pure green stuff
I have slanted eyes
But I'm always ready

The weed keeps giving greens to spend
I really like this job
And the danger I'm in
I know well that life is borrowed
And I don't know until when

Peace is achieved through good means, no talking about bad ones
In Houston, Texas, I'm the one who hands out the bread
I've been smart but that's not the reason
So there won't be enemies, there's envy by the kilos
Only a few, in the business I'm in
Stay real, many are unnecessary

And here I carry the forty
With the 30-clip on the side
And here I am, calm
Through the streets of my neighborhood