Consejo de oro

There are very few left
Because he could have a lot, he has nothing
Because he has never received tombstones
Because he is an honest man
Because he is an honest and poor man

Thank you my friend
But what do you think of me?
You might as well think that about yourself
Because following the path you have chosen
You too will leave this world
Without much more than what you are wearing

Yorbin give me a hug
And always remember everything I tell you, every step
Crazy girls, choose your friends well
Never dirty, the beauty of love
Take my good stuff, not the bad, son
You already know about the street and our fucking chaos

Sex, drugs and nobody is a friend
They sell you for coins, they envy your snot
We hurt the hearts of good women
She left home as a shy girl
In love with the talk of the rascal Chayán
Our young partners died for our reality

From the spicy bad world
The knives, the seeds, the parrot
Acids and glue
Spicy bad world
Hospital burials
Minds sickened by thousands of visages in their life
From this evil spicy world
So rude and degrading

Why enter this labyrinth?
Where you have to be strong to find ways out
Like Richie my beautiful little boy
Trapped in that reflective cell
Pure heart, for my ñero available to your family
I tell Yorbin that this is not life
That houses of cards would collapse

Gold coins, that was the path we chose
Because of the poverty in which we grew up
Without a father to ask me for encouragement
And your warrior grandmother, alone with her seven children
Getting up, that was destiny
And everyone achieves their goals
I raised you to be great, a winner
You choose the route yourself
Smart steps or get entangled in the abyss
Why piranhas, if you can have the loyalty of the peaceful
The transparency of the flesh son
The coolest thing is to have something firm

My daddy, the cheat with everything
Don't play with fire or walk through mud
I recommended my treasures to the stars
Dear mother, thank you for forgiving me everything

Yorbin my life
We are warrior children of the earth
Your water moon, your sun, your air, pure blood
Different from the street atmosphere
Criterion, you already know what it means to be serious
Your principles, remember them, are your facts
Live life always strong in the moment
You will leave this world
Without much more than what you are wearing
Father and mother without telling what we have done
Your water moon, your sun, your air, pure blood
Don't mix it with the street atmosphere