Hierba mala

He who thinks Bad Weed doesn't die, should count those who have already gone

Bad Weed grabbed his guns
Coming out in his Lexus for the festivities
To see if he could spot
Those who had stolen from his spot
He searched for them in big cities
and as Christmas approached
He could send them walking
All together in the street
and from afar gunshots were heard
Coming from the 9 and the 30-30
Bad Weed was able to achieve
That death fell 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 fifth amendment
The little boy grew up 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
Did not stop until he found a good shovel
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 me here in my room
And handed him a .45 with many bullets
With the gun that the young man confronted Bad Weed
And shouting he asked if he remembered
The massacre that when he was a child
He organized in his own neighborhood
And that his father was among the victims
And aiming he shot /he died/
Bad Weed fell to the ground /he died/
His unconfessed sin /was lost/
And his soul was not saved/listen/
How could he imagine
That the young man would 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 got it/
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 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