La hummer del año

They spotted the plates
JR-215 on a brand new Hummer
and a man with gray eyes
his fingers trembled with desire
but his pulse stayed steady

I search and search for that coward
for something he owed me
for the truck and his gun
I swear I’d kill him
there’s no deadline that won’t come
today is that day

The bottle of Bucana
spun in his hand
the coward was celebrating
suddenly the door swung open
and the man who was aiming
wasn’t there to collect rent

(And here’s a shoutout
to my buddy Cuy Zoto
and up with the Zoto crew
pure from the paradise of Zacatecas, cousin)

The end of a cigarette
burned the skin on his fingers
he couldn’t say a word
just thought, I owe you one
and the man with gray eyes
was enjoying his finger

He said after he was dead
this is where it all ends
you left me without a father
they’ll throw you in the hole
and just in case it helps
you’re carrying three ounces of lead

There he left the gun
on his father’s grave
he cried as a farewell
he was in a hurry, it was getting late
the Hummer was burning rubber
no one had looked back at him again.