The M1
He gets off the pavement
Brings a well-armed command
They go through dirt roads
The cars all dusty
Sometimes I see them calm
Sometimes accelerated
It depends on the rush
It depends on the reason
They just touch his pride
He jumps like a fighting cock
He carries a knife in his spur
To slash the enemy
I'm going to tell you who he is
Why beat around the bush
He is Manuel Torres Felix
His name and surname sound
His friends greet him
And those who don't turn away
(for all the people from Mazatlan
Pure MS relatives)
He's known as M1
He supplies from the MZ
The JT protects him
From wherever he is
And also the M2
Jumps if one day it's needed
Manuel defies danger
He has faced death
When they have tried to reach him
The M1 has ambushed them
And he sends them back with bullets
When they have tried to attack him
By radio, by cell phone
Always well connected
Where the points are
Where the boss is passing through
And beware traitors
Because I'm everywhere.
