Polvora Quemada
Diego Sierra
Burnt Gunpowder
It smells like burnt gunpowder in Hermosillo, Sonora
With machine guns blazing, they come in shooting up close
The crowd is feeling down, from Caitime to Sonora
Because a fine rooster left, who was Sinaloa's friend
They disrespected the Sinaloa cartel
With a warning, there's no trickery, they’re coming in hot, the ambush
They were already tough, the three hundred under his command
How could they not be, when R-5 knew how to guide them
They took him down dirty, he didn’t have time for anything
If he’d had a chance, he would’ve taken care of that little horn
What a mess they got into, the new guys were claiming
Now, the whole crowd is out for revenge for their boss
There are confrontations in sight, the press was reporting
The swamp is a war zone, the new guys are involved
They were already tough, the three hundred under his command
How could they not be, when R-5 knew how to guide them
