El Hijo Del Señor

That little black horn won't leave me alone, the one the X-1 left me that day
I carry you in my soul, I won't forget you, you know we'll always remember you a lot
I'm the youngest son of the lord, so you better remember, I won't repeat it much
Navojoa is my childhood, but Sonora is my home, cheers to the beers and greetings

To my father, a hug, I really miss you
The flag stands strong, I'll see you again soon
In NM, drafted by the gringos, I made it and took it
And your Beretta with the Medusa grips, so from afar, I can still strike
Greetings to the X-1, he didn't forget me, forever strong in the past

Uh
Let's go to Navojoa, buddy
Long live Sonora, yes sir

My aim never misses, I shoot bullets, and in the mountains, not a single load is missing
Always surrounded, with the tactical crew, the 1 is always there
Don't look too hard, I've got the short one, the fuse

Keep your distance, divers
What I've generated has been because I've struggled
I swallow the world all by myself
Let the band play, and don't let the armored ones be missing

Camaros are my thing
Also potato launchers, tostones, R-15, not a single one leaves me alone
To my father, a hug, I really miss you
The flag stands strong, I'll see you again soon

In NM, drafted by the gringos, I made it and took it
And your Beretta with the Medusa grips, so from afar, I can still strike
Greetings to the X-1, he didn't forget me, forever strong in the past