Las Dos Hectáreas
Banda El Recodo De Cruz Lizárraga
The Two Hectares
The two hectares of land
That my father inherited me
I planted them with affection
To get ahead
But the reality is different
I was starving to death
A friend from my childhood
One afternoon proposed to me
Let's stop being poor
Let's give them another use
I swear that in a short time
The situation improved
With those 2 hectares
Planted with weeds
I started a new life
Because they paid in dollars
Then it was already 200
The hectares I planted
Who gets into the business
Of trafficking with the weed
Lives surrounded by luxuries
And people respect him
Bands and northern groups
Play at all the parties
The horse I rode
Died of sadness
And the machete I carried
Is now rusty
I traded it for my Cheyenne
And for a machine gun
Friends from Sinaloa
From Jalisco and Michoacán
From Chihuahua and Tamaulipas
Nayaritas as well
Here you have a friend
Don't forget about me...
