El Mini 6

I left fighting them
As I said in life
Just like my father
I didn't know envy
Even though few years
Of great talent
Thanks to the school
That the old man instilled in me
I used to stroll around
Guadalajara
Damn government
Started a battle against me

With a horn from a disc
I walked without armor
A white Hemi
Was the one I sailed
Bursts into the wind
So they would escape
Burning cartridges and
They would respond
I knocked one down with a helmet
The rifle never missed
Good aim, good eye
My school was great

My super command cut
Through the government's
The confrontation
Seemed like hell
I never thought
I would lose that battle
Oh well, I lose it
Because it was my turn
I didn't return to
Culiacan alive
What starts strong
Ends strong

Aware of my actions
I don't blame anyone
If they betrayed me
There will be a lot of blood
Among investigations
If it doesn't end
They will pay dearly
In dozens my life
Mini 6 my nickname
Meza my last name
From towers and plains
My name is Raulillo

The 6 entangled in
High with the brave
I didn't stray from
Culiacan's currents
Those who emerge
Will soon end
Let heads fly
They don't deserve life
I wasn't ordinary, I was
People of the people
Friends of friends, I
Behaved decently

Here I bid farewell
I end my life
I'm not leaving so sad, it was
A great farewell
In the end, they wanted
To catch the old man
But I entrust to you
Who set the example
Maybe soon
The return will come
I was a man in love
My pleasure and oh well