Golpe de Suerte

I never cared about godfathers much less about last names
Maybe it was a stroke of luck that opened my destiny
And I got into the mafia and started making money
For everyone, I was the appreciated and true friend
Thanks to those green branches that sell by the tons
That leave you good bills for Jamaicans and Chicanos
And time kept passing and gaining more power
And the envies piled up in heaps
They wanted to see me locked up, I let my guard down and they achieved it

I never worked for anyone here, there are no flags
Just making friends and making some money
Freeways, city of big shots, we worked comfortably
There were always good people and that's how I got connected
But unfortunately, there are always the lowlifes
Those who always like to have what others already have
And they started to entangle me and set me up
And with the marked line, I think I won't get out of this one
And today they have me locked up, but I'll soon get out of this

If blood is shed, let it not come as a surprise
Stones roll and also find each other on their own
If the color has always been green and green has been my luck
And even though today I wear orange, I am a man and not a lowlife
Deeper was the thorn they left stuck
That he who doesn't play fair also gets burned
But as Celia said: