El Muchacho

Always elegant was seen the boy
Didn't lose his style even when locked up
It was noticeable he was angry
His firm gaze had betrayed him
Those who once ate from his hand

Life goes on, it doesn't end here
Because I will also win this battle
Beloved father, you keep going
Take care of my kids & all my blood
And mother, I wish I could hug you

Said they were from the government and were my people
And DEA agents, I was their boss
I took away their hunger for many years
And even though they were full, they betrayed me
But they will also pay for their sin

And here it goes for all my people from the heart
Culiacán Sinaloa and let the killing continue, folks
Ajajayyyy

It hurts a lot to be locked up
But it hurts even more not to be by your side
To you, little Vincent, I really miss you
And up there in heaven, you are watching over me
And even though you're not here, son, I love you

Since I was a child, I admired my father
For being so humble and respectable too
Beloved brothers, always take care of the old man
Hug him a lot because I can't
& always remember how much I love you

Ranch in Puerto Rico, I take you with me
Also El Salado, we'll see each other soon
And to all my people, keep it in mind
May God bless you and always watch over us
Receive greetings from Vicente from here.