Recordando a Manuel

And it's been a while
Since he's been with us
He is missed
And I speak of Manuel
For the Plains and the Flame
When everyone patrolled
They came like 30 trucks
Forming the caravans

Norinco vests
And the short ones to chop quickly

They must know
He wasn't always bad
He was a man of the field
They killed his offspring
And the demon got into him
That day of the fourth of March death
To the old man and everything changed

His own adversaries
Gave him that nickname
With his people at 100
A washed package
And with his horn always by his side
With El Picho coordinating
The points were being passed

Fifty R1 in the faithful line
Ready to shoot bullets
And in Culiacán, Mele and his team
Kidnapping and shooting

And we keep moving forward 27
Oh, just

His Escalade tough
On Route 15
Manuel moved to the feeding ground
A dusty dove
By the fig tree and by the palm tree
Riding the mirror
Through the Plains, dancing with the band
Champion of the livestock fair
With Javier making an entrance
I remember one time
When back on the ranch
He also tangled with marines
How nicely they caught him
They knocked down a fool
Bullets flew, cars burned
And he could get out safely
And once a gunman turned around
He's not here to tell the tale
And even though he's gone
And the Torres surname weighs heavy
Mentioned in the cartel
The one with the retro on the grips
And the 14 he carried
And one with the face of Tachillo
In the photo displayed
And greetings to the six, the 24, the M2
And to the people