Yerba Mala

He who believes that Bad Weed doesn't die, should count those who have already gone
The Judas

Bad Weed carried a couple of bullets
He drove around all the streets in his car
To see if he could find the guys
Who had robbed his spot
He searched in all the neighborhoods
And as Christmas approached
He managed to find them walking
All of them together on the street
And from afar shots were heard
Coming from the Olympus and Route 4
Bad Weed managed to make
Death fall on them like a storm
And the kid who saw everything
Ran to hide in the fair
And Bad Weed went to take cover
In Quinta Ezeiza
The kid grew little by little
And got involved in that crazy world
Where the corners smell of lead
And the bodies of blood
They tangled up in his head
Those who worked on top of the table
That to become someone you always start
By knowing the big guy
And that little boy who was already a man
Didn't stop until he found a good shovel
And that was the best thing he did
To be able to meet Bad Weed
Bad Weed told him to come in
And sit with him here in my room
And handed him a .45 with many bullets
With the iron that boy confronted Bad Weed
And shouting he asked if he remembered
The massacre that when he was a kid
He organized in his own neighborhood
And that his father was among the victims
And aiming he shot (he shot him)
Bad Weed fell to the ground (he died)
His unconfessed sin (he lost)
And his soul was not saved (hate him)
How could he imagine
That this kid was going to take him down
The same day he would give him
The trust to work
The boy left from there / he fled
And took over the spot / he took it
Everyone respected him
Knowing what happened / listen
His flag came to plant
And who would criticize him
If those who kill are the ones who live
And the dead one will be buried

Bad Weed has already been forgotten
Just like those he himself
Had eliminated
And the beautiful plans he had dreamed of
Are underground
And a nephew who idolized him
Has a tremendous revenge planned
Living in the story that never ends
And another war begins
Another war begins
Hey, the same thing is repeated
Because Bad Weed does die