El Prisionero
Qué mala suerte, señores
Andando en el extranjero
Quise y crucé la frontera
Mi ambición era el dinero
Pero nunca imagine
Que un día fuera prisionero
Cuando el error cometí
Yo estaba en un bar tomando
Tomando con mis amigos
Con mi guitarra cantando
Llega el jarocho y me dice
Quiero me prestes tu carro
No quería prestar el carro
Pero al momento me anima
Les dije yo soy su amigo
Súbanse ya para arriba
Pero nunca imagine
Que ellos vendían cocaína
Ya iban a entregar la droga
A un negro que le vendían
Cuando mire de repente
Agentes de policía
Todos quedamos rendidos
Ya ninguno se movía
De pistolas y r-15
Este cuerpo cubrió el blanco
Me pusieron las esposas
Y me estaban maltratando
De la chiva mejor no hablo
El ya se estaba rajando
Por dar un raite me acusan
La ley como traficante
Cuando no le toca el caso
Después para que rajarse
La ley lo que dice eso es
Se pone bien terminante
Eso es porque uno no piensa
Hacer las cosas primero
Sin delito me causaron
En Houston fui prisionero
Diez mil dólares de fianza
Y al fin llegué hasta Guerrero
The Prisoner
What bad luck, gentlemen
Walking abroad
I wanted and crossed the border
My ambition was money
But I never imagined
That one day I would be a prisoner
When I made the mistake
I was in a bar drinking
Drinking with my friends
Singing with my guitar
The jarocho arrives and tells me
I want you to lend me your car
I didn't want to lend the car
But at the moment I was encouraged
I told them I was their friend
Get in already
But I never imagined
That they were selling cocaine
They were about to deliver the drugs
To a black man they were selling to
When suddenly I saw
Police officers
We all surrendered
None of us moved
With pistols and r-15
This body covered the target
They put handcuffs on me
And they were mistreating me
I better not talk about the snitch
He was already snitching
For giving someone a ride they accuse me
The law as a trafficker
When it's not even his case
Then why snitch
The law says that
It becomes very final
That's because one doesn't think
To do things right
Without a crime they caused me
In Houston I was a prisoner
Ten thousand dollars bail
And finally I made it to Guerrero
Escrita por: Rigoberto Flores Aguilar