El Cuestionario

Where do I come from? How many people do I know?
What am I up to? What’s my role?
I’m armed and that’s clear as day
I won’t give out more info
Do the math, I’ve got seven rides
The last question? Honestly, I forgot

They want to buy my skin but I’m not for sale
What’s it worth to old friends, you know?
I’m not just anyone to be on the market
And I’m on strike with my tostón
If you want to throw dirt at me, let’s negotiate
And I’ll see you at the showdown

They thought I was just a little nothing
When they tried to take my life
But what a surprise they got when they saw what I was holding
It was my horn defending my life
Oh! What a beautiful mess I made that day
I left the swallows hanging

(And wait for the tamales, my crew, they’re almost out of the pot)

They rang the bell
Over the graves
Disorganized
The law caught me
The shooters disappeared and they managed to catch me
Luck played me dirty wrapped in a net
Oh well, what could I do?

Right now there’s no signal, I only have two bars but no one’s switching companies
This whole land, this is my territory and my battery won’t die
Two magazines always go with me
One’s for war
And the other one gets me high

Glory to those who’ve left us
And good luck to those who stayed
To the government, all my rage
I hope one day I can express it
That desperation doesn’t visit the little school
And the family continues to be respected
These are my most cherished wishes