El Prisionero
Dueto Los Armadillos de Rigo Flores
The Prisoner
What bad luck, gentlemen
Walking abroad
I wanted and crossed the border
My ambition was money
But I never imagined
That one day I would be a prisoner
When I made the mistake
I was in a bar drinking
Drinking with my friends
Singing with my guitar
The jarocho arrives and tells me
I want you to lend me your car
I didn't want to lend the car
But at the moment I was encouraged
I told them I was their friend
Get in already
But I never imagined
That they were selling cocaine
They were about to deliver the drugs
To a black man they were selling to
When suddenly I saw
Police officers
We all surrendered
None of us moved
With pistols and r-15
This body covered the target
They put handcuffs on me
And they were mistreating me
I better not talk about the snitch
He was already snitching
For giving someone a ride they accuse me
The law as a trafficker
When it's not even his case
Then why snitch
The law says that
It becomes very final
That's because one doesn't think
To do things right
Without a crime they caused me
In Houston I was a prisoner
Ten thousand dollars bail
And finally I made it to Guerrero
