El Cuestionario

Where do I come from? How many people do I know?
What am I up to? What’s my role?
I’m armed, let that be clear
I won’t give more info
Do the math, I’ve got seven cars
The last question? Honestly, I forgot

They want to buy my skin but I’m not for sale
What did it cost my old friends?
I’m not just anyone to be on the market
And I’m on strike with my tostón
If you want to throw dirt at me, let’s negotiate
And I’ll see you at the showdown

They thought I was just a little nothing
When they tried to steal my life
But what a surprise they got when they saw what I was holding
It was my horn that defended my life
Oh! What a beautiful mess I made that day
I left the swallows hanging

(And wait for the tamales, my mobiles are almost out of the pot)

They rang the bell over two, you know, disorganized
The law caught up with me
The shooters disappeared and they managed to arrest me
Luck played me dirty wrapped in a net
Oh well, what could I do?

Right now there’s no signal, I only have two bars but no one switches companies
This whole area, this is my territory and I’m not running out of juice
The loaders always go with me, one’s for war
And the other one gets me high

Glory to those who’ve left us
And good luck to those who stayed
To the government, all my anger
I hope one day I can express it
May desperation not visit the little school
And may the family continue to be respected
These are my most cherished wishes