Joaquin Guzman

In the city a citizen
In love in the ranches
In the mountains he's a general
He brings many people under his command
Government deserters
He also brings soldiers and hitmen

That's how the shorty was born
He turned out to be a danger
To the Mexican government
And also to his enemies
Several don't sleep well anymore
Because of the shorty's escape

However they want to label me
General, chief, or sir
The mountain is my refuge
Because that's where my life began
I am a natural man
I handle my rifle well

I know of another group
Led by a colonel
We have a good friendship
Respect to the fifth month
To them, I am Joaquin Guzman
I'm their son, what do you think?

Blue, the color of luck
Because blue was the sky
Look at the coincidence
Because blue was the six-year term
Of the new presidency
In which I left my confinement

I am a fugitive by word
If they don't look for me, they won't find me
And I don't think they'll find me
Even though they know the border
It borders with Sinaloa
With Durango and Chihuahua