Quinto Mes

They want me chained up, they say, for being a dealer
They have my sketch and think that’ll trap me
If they made commitments, I won’t back down

They put me on big lists, the American government
Like one of the big bosses, they keep me marked
They want me to pay for the mess they caused

They’ve increased the squads under a general’s command
And they only have one mission: to try to catch me
Extradition? Yeah, that’s not gonna happen

I’d rather carve my name on a tombstone
Than have it on a list when I’m locked up
'Cause for brave men, there’s no other way out

I know how tough the work is; they don’t tell me anything
Chopping wood from dawn to dusk, it was killing me
Man, I miss the salty air and the poplar, my home

There are several loyal friends who share my fate
With those who keep it tight, there’s no hesitation or sighs
If the mafia’s so big, why mess with me?

There are people who know me by numbers or by letters
And because it’s the fifth month, my head has a price
Just because I wake up early doesn’t mean I’ll be caught.