El Hijo Del 7

Today I find myself a prisoner, time moves slow
Still trapped behind these steel bars
Sure, I've cried sometimes, I won't deny it
No matter how strong, my feelings bend me

'Cause my dad's locked up
The death of Arturo Beltrán
By my grandpa who watches over me from the sky
They're finally resting in peace

Time feels wasted, I think and think
Since I was a kid, in school, such a troublemaker
I got a mobster's life, didn’t ask for this
Still, it’s my charm, I don’t regret it

The cop was my security
In elementary, I drove a Smart
Cruising through Sinaloa and Anaya
With two or three cars behind me

And this isn’t the end
I’ll be back over there soon
I’m young, with plans, goals, there’s talent
I fight for my freedom

And that Supermatch
I’ll wear it again
With spurs, pure blood, my horses
I’ll ride again

And here we come again, guys
This is Grupo 360
Just so you know
Let’s go!

How can I forget so many beautiful memories
Big parties with the band and the norteños
Christmas and New Year, good fireworks
15 groups, the scene and models

I know how to play the accordion
It’s my hobby these days
Helper, Botas Blancas, El Mochomo
Corridos I’ll be listening to

Sports, playing soccer up front
The games in high school, I bet on it
Friends are plenty, I’ve got solid ones
Their words motivate me, I won’t break

My family always taught me
Respect, good education
I have faith I’ll be here for a short time
I just want to hug them

Those who are gone
Will be remembered
Those who stand strong with the team
Here’s a special shoutout

Courage or friendship
They’ll motivate me
And I can’t wait to be home soon, like Junior
I’m Tito, from the Beltráns