Cruz de Marijuana

When I die, raise me up
A marijuana cross
With ten bottles of wine
And a hundred nailed decks
In the end that was my destiny
Walking on the bad paths
In my fine box
My shrapnel
Of treasure

I enjoyed everything in life
Women's jewelry and gold
I am a drug dealer
She is raffled off for dust
Raise on my grave
A marijuana cross
I don't want crying or praying
No sacred ground either
Bury me in the mountains
With lions
From my pack
And here I go, buddy

Uah!
Let that marijuana cross be watered
Fine Liqueurs
Seven days a week
And let them play my tunes for me
With northern music
There they sing my songs

Let them write it in my memory
With poppy tears
And that it is said with bullets
The fame of my gun
For roosters in my land
The mountain range was our glory
Raise on my grave
A marijuana cross
I don't want crying or praying
No sacred ground either
Bury me in the mountains
With lions
From my pack