La Vida Mafiosa

Sitting on a cooler
And listening to a corrido
I took a hit from a chivo horn
Surrounded by my friends
With the verses I remembered
Everything I have been in life

The ground heated up for me
They were looking for me as a mafioso
They blamed me for several deaths
They published it in the press
And as if that wasn't enough
They even blamed me for rifles

I disappear for periods
When there's no need to show my face
It gets dark and doesn't dawn
If it's about a job
I have no one to push me
I jump into the water alone

I like to listen to advice
But don't send me anything
When something goes wrong
No one scolds me
I walk wherever I want
With ladies and comrades