Chalito (feat. El Fantasma)

Chalito was twenty-one
Bad luck struck him
They say that as a boy
He loved to set off firecrackers
That soon were no longer toys

The capital didn't sleep
If the guy was awake
He carried a fine chanate
From Arturo, a good element
He turned out just like his old man

In the style of that man
Sitting on a cooler
When it's in your blood
What option do you have?
Give it all you've got
And let it be as God wills

Coded radios and frequencies
Were part of my days
I stuck to the consequences
I knew what I was getting into
I feel like I'm living life tough

The earth swallowed something good
Let's see if I don't cause harm
I'll tell you the last one
My arms didn't respond
And I fell to the ground where I finally rest

Everything I say is unnecessary
I'm finally on the bench
Hopefully my story serves
And the people catch on
There's nothing like family and home