Sangre de Guerra

He keeps fighting the good fight, Gonzalo's a legend, with a bazooka
In hand
His gear is top-notch, loading up his vest, weapons all
Around
The 11 or the tough guy, the boss, the master, from the old
School
His hands are calloused, his boots stained, with blood
Of war

With marks from the battle, fifteen years in the fight, and he’s not
Tired
He takes, shares, and doesn’t profit, his rank is high, like a
Sicilian
He moves through the line of fire, by sea and desert, that’s his
Power
New territories he opens, secure franchises, lands of mp

The general is wounded, by great friends, who’ve died
Fighting
But a .50 caliber, blows through armor, he keeps
Avenge
The mafia never forgives, it spreads in the area, they’re on
Alert
Strategies in his mind, he attacks head-on, against any
Prey

Honored with a medal, they’ve got guts, his people are
Action
The Comanche gives an order, raise your weapons, fire at
Will
The crew is growing, there are almost six hundred, to
Defeat
Because his loyal boys, are warriors, who
Die for him

His command comes armed, with thirty armored, pushing
Hard
Almost falling defeated, missiles explode, winning the war
The boss never holds back, on artillery, it’s super advanced
Rifles, expanding bullets, and among his arsenal, imported
Barretts

Generations pass, and new names, are filled
With glory
Gonzalo doesn’t need lineage, in every passage, history
Frames him
Opening new paths, he traps the enemy, in his
Trench
He keeps fighting the good fight, with boots stained,
With blood of war