Comandante Mocho (feat. Abraham Vazquez)

As a kid he started with the horn, he was initiated
And at just 17, the plaza was handed over to him

An expert in fighting, he clearly earned respect
In the 'j' with his team, he cleaned up the streets

He patrolled in his armored vehicle since he was young
Only 6 men were enough to fight

With his rifle well positioned and his usual companions
Commander Mocho, ready to work

With his military boots, he roamed through the places
As a child, he was very mischievous, then he became a commander

He didn't allow mistakes, much less insults
And those who wanted to be friends, he supported and respected

I speak of times past, in the beginning
Because now the man is in prison

But his people wait for him and miss him
Because that old man didn't let anyone down

How I miss the city, greeting my people
A wife waiting for me and hugging the family

But they had me surrounded and it was a moment of terror
Because shots were fired, hitting innocent people

The young men didn't think twice in the heat of the moment
They closed streets and the action began

Unfortunately, it was already too late
They were transporting me to another state for extradition

Commander and good friend, loyalty to Piporro
He showed for several years that he was warlike in action

Seriousness in work, above all, there was brotherhood
A badass with weapons, as he liked to be

He patrolled in his armored vehicle since he was young
Only 6 men were enough to fight

With his rifle well positioned and his usual companions
Commander Mocho, ready to work