The Oaxacan
And hey Luis Enrique Adame
This is your ballad, man
I’m not from Sinaloa or Michoacán
I’m pure Oaxacan and I don’t like to talk
And no matter who it pisses off, I won’t back down
Up north, a lot of folks call us
Little Oaxacans
Must be because of the state or 'cause we look small
But many have died for not watching their backs
The gun I carry isn’t for show
The times I’ve pulled it, it’s straight to kill
For those dumbass snitches who don’t watch what they say
Luckily, an Oaxacan doesn’t tolerate betrayal
I don’t rely on anyone, I stand by my own
'Cause I wear my pants right, not like other damn cowards
Pure Oaxacan, buddy
By heritage, I carry the machete on my concealed shoulder
The knife at my waist 'cause I’m a bold rooster
Wherever I’m painted, I jump, and there’s no dog that barks
Proud of my state 'cause I’m an Oaxacan
No one’s ever humiliated me, I send them to hell
Just 'cause they’re big, they think I’m scared
On the dividing line, the Oaxacan is famous
The border patrol even admires us 'cause we look like deer
And the gringos in the hills have sent us on errands
Luckily, an Oaxacan doesn’t tolerate betrayal
I don’t rely on anyone, I stand by my own
'Cause I wear my pants right, not like other damn cowards.
