Lupe Tapia
Es comparado a una tapia como
Lo que cubre al terreno y su gente
No es algo materia humilde pero
Buen refuerzo usa bien su mente
No dice ni lo demuestra pero con los
Grandes tiene buen conecte
Por la 15 sur se mira pasado el salado
Un pueblo a la orilla
Donde nacio una persona
Entre la pobreza carencias tenia
Se enfado de pasar ambre y se fue pal
Norte haber como le iva
Llego al sueño americano
Pensando que al llegar
Todo cambiaria pero tenia
Que chingarle igual o mas que antes
Las ganas tenia
Empezo de muy abajo pero el ecalando
Llego hasta la sima
La escalera esta llena de escalones rotos
Que se rompiaaan
El no perdio la paciencia
Aunque se caia su acenso seguia
Eso si pensaba mucho
Para como hacerle para llegar arriba
Pa él el famoso sueño se le convertia
En una pesadilla
Pero ya que estuvo estable
Pus ta contento
Y con alegria
U luego que mas deceaba
Llegar a su rancho y ver por su familia
La virgen de guadalupe
La tapia en su terre
Es la que lo cuida
Amigos de buen nivel
El cuenta con ellos
Y cuentan con el
La union hace la fuerza
Y aqui en sinaloa lo saben muy bien
Lupe Tapia
Compared to a wall like
What covers the land and its people
It's not something humble material but
Good reinforcement uses his mind well
He doesn't say it or show it but with the
Great ones he has a good connection
On Highway 15 you can see past El Salado
A town on the edge
Where a person was born
Among poverty and needs
He got tired of going hungry and went to the
North to see how he would do
He arrived at the American dream
Thinking that upon arrival
Everything would change but he had
To work just as hard or even harder than before
He had the desire
He started from the bottom but climbing
He reached the top
The ladder is full of broken steps
That were breaking
He didn't lose patience
Even though he fell, his ascent continued
He thought a lot
About how to reach the top
For him the famous dream turned
Into a nightmare
But once he was established
He was happy
And joyful
And what he wanted most
Was to reach his ranch and see his family
The Virgin of Guadalupe
The wall on his land
Is the one who takes care of him
Friends of good level
He counts on them
And they count on him
Unity is strength
And here in Sinaloa they know it very well