El Coco

I take out a nylon bag...
well filled... with cocaine
and put... on the table..
several lines.. of powder
and those who were with him....
how they snorted... nicely..

They call me the coconut...
such an appropriate name..
since I was a kid...
I've worked with dust...
forgive me.. my frankness...
just like I've dived in...

Why are you scared onlookers...
fear is not that big..
they seem to see the devil..
when they see.... the white powder..
and they haven't seen anything yet...
but they get scared...

The people who are with me...
are pure.. exclusive people..
they are engraved crocodiles
with a suicide diploma...
before being prisoners...
they prefer to lose their lives...

I don't know how to do anything else..
I never got into letters..
I grew up among the grass..
guns and machine guns..
that's why it's better for them..
not to mess with me..

Some in the government...
look at me with bad manners..
for others I'm the hen..
that lays the golden eggs..
whoever fails me loses..
and the treasure ends..

The coconut says goodbye..
leaves happily..
if someone doesn't like me..
just open up and say..
because the one who bullfights the beast...
will endure the bite...