Samuel Fuentes

Like a good soldier, he wears the helmet well
White skin and black hair, he always looks happy
backed by the clique, by Pancho and Chavo for sure

With a padlock beard, 45 on one side
born from very good sources, the young man has support
he is known for being calm but don't think he's lazy

I'm near Tamazula, I don't boast of fortune
my name is Samuel Fuentes, the inheritance from birth
I carry the blood of a boy, there's no doubt about that

I have followed my career, alongside a good friend
I'm talking about Chavo Felix, Loma Blanca I'm on guard
you know I jump instantly, I'll die on the line with you

There are still memories, of that leather bag
my father's new list, to prepare his horn
in the ranch of the plum trees, you faced the government

Greetings to the antrax, to the fat one and to Cheyito
I'm going to take a break, I'll be active at any moment
remember I'm Samuel Fuentes, you have a friend in me