Para Un Carnal

Even if they tell me I'm worth nothing
Well, I don't give a damn, I keep partying
'Cause there's no one to stop us

Raised in the streets
Those who are in the crew
Greetings, bros
821, we are the family from the lowest neighborhood in San Lucas

Crazy, look
I have bros who watch my back
We protect and support each other
Blue and gray, those are the colors we represent

Always standing firm like a soldier
Bald, stoned, and tattooed
Greetings to the homies who have pleased me
And are by my side

I keep being the same crazy one
Against the grain, if I die, no big deal
I stay on the line
Bald, I keep going
Gangster, hell yeah

Mom doesn't like the life I lead at all
Well, damn, mom, you know I love you
But you know, bald, I stay
Name tattooed on my chest

I carry firmness inside
Race of crazy gun-toting criminals
Bad thoughts that cross my mind
I fear nothing but death

13 is my southern people
Forgive me, mom, for my crazy dreams
Cholo style
To hell with dreams

What's up, bro, pull through
Those wounds need to heal
Smoking weed and drinking mezcal
I connect the hard stuff all the way to El Mezquital

I make songs for my bros
We have the turf, we control the streets
The blood of the clique unites us
821 is the top, forever assholes

I'm the dude, they already know me
Green, white, and red are my colors
I don't give a damn, pure Nuevo Leon
Feeling like a badass representing in Houston

Listen to the song coming from the heart
The feeling for this nation
Pure bald, crazy and thug
Fuck your mother, why are you hiding, on the low side