Pobre o Ciminal

In a hurry you realize who's worth it
And who's just playing around
Or if they're looking for a favor
To convince damn people
That only when you have money
They come close to you like crazy

One doesn't know who they come across
If they see you well-dressed
They treat you better
That's why I don't make friends
Because I learned many things
When I was in prison

I found value in great things
Love for my family
And had great faith in my God
For a better life

Out of those 500 acquaintances
Very few friends remain
Since the day of my bust
I know well what I did isn't right
But it's the only way
I could get by

Many times not having school
Is difficult for the poor
For an opportunity
I didn't go to school
And not because I didn't want to
Life got tough
And I dedicated myself to work
Believe me, it went well

(Here goes, buddy Cesar Meza
To Los Mochis, Sinaloa)

I started as a messenger
I threw myself into my exploits
No matter what
I started to relate heavily
With the people of the people
On an international level

I took flights and landings
I went all the way to Colombia
With Mr. Pablo Escobar
From there my fame began
To rise like foam
It was known of a new man
Who started hitting hard

Among all, I stood out
But fame and trust
Don't lead to a good place
I came across the compass

For those who want to grow old
Dedicate yourself to your business
And be discreet, that's all
We know the world is tough
Especially when you were at zero
And struggled more

When people see you up there
A greeting and a hug
Doesn't mean friendship
Friends are those who helped you
The options on the road
Are two very clear ones
Either you're Poor Or Criminal