Jose Rocha Avendaño

From the toughest race
From the Culiacan valley
This rooster has stood out
He doesn't know how to back down
His name I'll tell you now
Don't get wasted

I'm a hothead
I don't like to argue
Also, I'm daring
People say
I'm Jose Rocha Avendaño
They call me the kid

This little rooster
Has come out
From a cradle of brave men
Man of great courage
He has faced death
He drives only new cars
No matter the cost

I like to listen to the band
At my father's grave
Since he's been gone
Things are not the same
No one lifts my spirits
I don't allow those details

Heading towards Culiacan
In a well-known neighborhood
They wanted to form a group
To take my life
But they were wrong
They weren't up to my level

I watch my friendships
Because I don't want betrayals
My buddy is with me
Experienced in various actions
He knows what needs to be done
He doesn't need instructions

I've lost some relatives
Death has found them
But they've been disappearing
Those who started the fight
They say I'm to blame
The horn is what has sounded

It's better to make sure
If they want to kill me one day
Because several will go down
If I manage to unsheathe
Surely by betrayal
Death will come for me