Narcomula

He grew up in a middle-class family
Accustomed to using good things
In brand new clothes he wore the best brands
And he was always seen with beautiful women

Daddy's boy who studied in Miami
Mom's pride among friends
Who never knew difficulties
For being the family's protected one
But one day, misfortune came
His father dies and the prosperity goes away
And he, trapped in his immense greed
Sells his soul and his life to the devil

He slips away preparing for four months
Being the chosen one for the feast
He nervously shows up at the airport
Thinking the dogs won't discover him
He walks around like crazy
And the police are already suspicious
Nerves make him very shaky

And he's been arrested before boarding
And cold sweat invades him inside
He feels dizzy and bitter breath
Drops of blood come out of his mouth
Tears red, and a broken life
And an enemy attacks him from within
There's no remedy for his violent attack
From the drug he expels through his fingers
He dies as a mule, without a crown

He didn't have time to repent
He dies as a mule at the same airport
Eh, he didn't have time to be a letter
To say goodbye to his holy mother

Who, for being naive and greedy, worked
For the mobsters as a mule and ended up in the morgue

Oh, what a terrible job he did
As a mule, the boy ended up killing himself

Oh, he didn't have time to see a doctor
He dies from intoxication

Oh, because of his upbringing
Because of the excess protection

Who, for being naive and greedy, worked
For the mobsters as a mule and ended up in the morgue
In the journey of the mules, some meet their end

Forgive me, mom