Corrido Quintero

It all starts with a simple game of marbles
The crime stats, high and absolute
He was rebellious and cocky, a leader and a warrior
Smartly he was a go-getter
Motivated by hunger, by his ambition,
To rise above, to be great, that was always his devotion
He was a rooster, top-notch, and without compassion
We all fell into traps and temptation
Born in Sinaloa, growing up in the streets
Distributing tons, kilos in sacks
Leading the cartels against the feds
He outsmarted them by plane, tunnels, and canals
Among cartridges, shotguns, handguns, machine guns
Riot cops, news reports, all over the planet
He was captured, taken prisoner
In San Jose, Costa Rica, that was the news
That spread, mentioned all over the world
It's the ballad of Mr. Rafael Caro-Quintero

There are known things, also unknown,
Living legends like Rafael Caro-Quintero.
(4x)

These people don’t just pop up, daily
If they’re born, they don’t make it, they find themselves in a sanctuary
Under the watch of the feds, generals,
Among helicopters, spies, and even the locals
He was wanted by the Navy, and even the Marines
In the hills, mountain ranges, and even the lowlands
For killing an American government agent
Stealing a Tapatía, he’s the one on trial
He’s the rebel of the jungle, of all these beasts
A living legend, and even if you don’t believe me
He’s part of the story, of Mexico and victory
And the big shots, they shut up, they’re the discord
From all sides, soldiers are looking for him
They do the dirty work, they want to catch him, they want to judge him
Just when he thinks, he’s absurd, escaping
The gringos say they want to judge him
To take him, their hands will sweat, they won’t be able to pull him out

There are known things, also unknown,
Living legends like Rafael Caro-Quintero.
(4x)

They won’t be able to teach this old wolf any tricks
Watch what you say, or you’ll end up in the mud
They think they’ve measured him, from head to toe
Why do the gringos want him, if he doesn’t speak English?
The beast is caged, furious and angry
You can hear the roars, out there in the early morning
Let them run, the whole pack in a rush
Not one will be left alive, nothing remains of them
Life pays for many deaths, riches, or surprises
Don’t get cocky, you’re nobody, act on what you feel
Follow your instincts, and keep the enemy always close
Because trust, leaves a man, always behind bars

There are known things, also unknown,
Living legends like Rafael Caro-Quintero.
(4x)