El Guanabana

From Michoacan descent
They called him Guanabana
His name was Roberto
Ceballos Alvarez was his dream
Through Californian lands
He is respectfully known
In Tepeque, Michoacan
Bitter drinks he would have
Never showed sadness
His smile was always there
From side to side on his face
They never saw him in a bad mood
With family problems
And poverty's decay
They raised his hunger
And pushed him towards new goals
He wanted to leave that hole
Not live in misery
American states
Kept his face in sight
The ravines turned green
Among all the oaks
His plants had value
They were very good crops
One day he arrived home
They were already waiting for him
They knew he worked well
They decided to retire him
From life and from the mafia
And thus be able to finish him
The mosquito promised
To look after your wife and child
El Mayo and Valdo miss you
El Guero says it's not the same
The partying in drunkenness
Out of courtesy, good friend