El Chube (part. Los Nuevos Rebeldes)

I had a very tough life, my school was rough, school of the streets
For the first and second, in case you have doubts, you can ask me
The path is very narrow, enemies and partners everywhere I went
I'll say it in a few words, I was from Los Ántrax, they called me: El Chube

Among cards and beer, sitting at the table, I was very calm
But when wearing the bulletproof vest, the war tray, it was very different
Defying the fear factor, like birds of fire, I passed without burning
El Chino cries inconsolably, El Mayito and El Cheyo, your buddy Javi

The Virus went into action, the fire detonated, but it was too late
The first was Pedrón, then El Chube fell and also El Frankie
Gunpowder in his hands, never shaking in each discharge
But between fire and glory, I lost my gun in the last battle

In my blood I carry anger, if they were from Los Ántrax they should respect it
They want to tarnish their memories with false stories to disguise them
You were personal escort, loyal companion in good and bad times
The truth was deadly, but there will continue to be showers of bullets

I won't forget my friends, the sacrifice they made for me
With my life I don't pay them back and I couldn't ask for a better job
Things are very bad, I'll fix them with blood and lead
They were and will be my people, as affirmed forever by El Mayito Gordo

To my children you can tell them that I always wanted to take them by my side
That their father was a great man, that they leave my name on an obituary
Being an escort was my life, I fulfilled the mission, don't doubt that
See you at the office, down or up, El Chube tells you