Cigarrito Bañado

Gonna take three drags of the drenched cigarette,
To feel that power more and shake off the fear,
A raccoon comes at me with the big bags under my eyes
Marked,
Lungs full of smoke, eyes all red, and nose powdered up.

It's not that I like to see blood, but we're at war,
Sometimes activated, maybe panicked and hunting
For the prey,
When I dress in black, hang my horn, infrared
And chest plate,
They know I'm really sick and very few come close.

I don't use drugs, drugs use me,
That smoke calms me down and soothes my nerves when something
Stresses me out,
And even though it ends the saw, I'll keep burning that good
Herb.

I'm craftier as I get older, and more dangerous than the devil
The cowards have shot at me, in the Durango mountains
With a sip of whiskey, my fear subsides, and I keep
Fighting
Then I rolled a cigarette, lit it in the bush,
Wandering around crazy.

Eight days a week, 27 hours a day
400 days a year, at night and during the day, my
Body is hyped up, brain blocked, and the horn
Fully charged
Sleep is afraid of me, I get active in the
Daylight

I don't use drugs, drugs use me,
That smoke calms me down and soothes my nerves when something
Stresses me out,
And even though it ends the saw, I'll keep burning that good
Herb.

And we continue the drunkenness, buddy, from Culiacan Sinaloa
Old man!!