La Guadaña Del Joe

With the bull's horn to the chest
Hell's lead & a very expensive look
There comes an angel from the sky
Protecting the empire, a 9 in hand
He was a student of '27
Carrying the scythe that brings death
Who's gonna doubt it?
Had to be from the people of Angel del Villar

The chains broke & I was one more prisoner out of 5
I endured everything, they called me a cholo, didn't let you down, brother
I kept my head up & didn't want to talk
I remember the advice my dad gave me
Like I remember that old man
And from praying so much to Saint Jude
I was set free

With my gang, mother
123 my street, I'm from there
I scratched an Aztec zodiac
And in my left hand I put a hawk
I don't turn my back on 2 & 7
Because in the east, we're people of our word
How do you see it, my dude?
We stick together through thick and thin

He has 2 faithful loves, weapons & women
That's his addiction
He forged a cigarette that lights up, smells like 4:20 & pierces the lung
Relaxes the body, it's a hunter, looks like a horn with an extension
An angel flies high
But down here, Joe watches over him

He drives a white Camaro
A loaded .50 just to change it up
Baggy pants, well camouflaged
And some Nike sneakers
Humble strategy, a suicidal mind
Grenades, bulletproof vests & technologies
Of all calibers, the casings fly
He brings out the Michoacano that he carries inside

He's a neighborhood soldier without rank or helmet
In the midst of danger
High rank in courage
Wearing the shirt of the favorite
He carries the scythe, his hand grips it & the 9 is activated
In the east, Death is seen
On the edge of the blade, Joe is seen