Yerba Mala

He who believes that bad weed doesn't die
Should count those who have already gone

Bad weed took his metals
Leaving in his Lexus for the patron saint festivals
To see if he could spot the guys who had robbed at his spot

He searched for them in the big cities
And as Christmas approached
He could send them walking down the street all together

From afar, shots were heard coming from the 9 and the 30-30
Bad weed managed to make death fall on them like a storm
And a little boy who saw everything ran to hide in a store
And bad weed went to take cover in the 5th amendment

The little boy grew little by little
And got involved in that crazy world
Where the corners smell like lead
And the bodies like blood

They put it in his head
Those who worked on top of the table
That to climb up you always start
By knowing the big one

And that little boy who was already a man
Didn't stop until he found a good pay
And that was the best thing he did to be able to reunite with bad weed
Bad weed told him to come in and sit with him here in my room
And handed him a .45 with many bullets

With the gun, the young man confronted bad weed
And shouting he asked if he remembered
The massacre that as a child he organized in his own neighborhood
And that his father was among the victims

And aiming, he shot (he died)
And bad weed fell to the ground (he died)
He didn't confess his sin (he was lost)
And his soul was not saved (listen)

How could he imagine
That the young man was going to shoot him
The same day he would give him the trust to work

The boy left from there (he fled)
And took over the spot (he took it)
And everyone respected him (it broke)
Upon learning what happened (listen)

His flag came to plant
And who was going to criticize him
If those who kill are the ones who live
And the dead one will be buried

Bad weed has already been forgotten
Just like those he himself had eliminated
And the beautiful plans he had dreamed of are underground

And a nephew who idolized him
Has a tremendous revenge already planned
Living in the story that never ends
And another war begins

Another war begins, hey
The same thing is repeated
Because Bad Weed does die