La Guadaña Del Joe
Con la taurina asta el pecho
Plomo del infierno & un porte muy caro
Ahi baja un angel del cielo
Protege el imperio una 9 en la mano
El fue un alumno del 27
Trai la guadaña que trai la muerte
Quien lo va ah dudar?
Tenia que ser dela gente de angel del villar
Las cadenas se rompieron & fui un pricionero mas de 5
Yo les aguante de todo me llamaron cholo no te falle hermano
Puse cabeza & no qise ablar
Recuerdo el consejo que me dio mi apa
Como recuerdo ah ese viejo
& de tanto resarle ah san judas
Quede en libertad
Junto ami pandilla madre
123 mi calle soy del la
Me ralle un zodiaco azteca
& en mi mano izquierda puse un gavilan
Al 2 & al 7 no les doy la espalda
Porqe en el este somos de palabra
Como la vez mi chavo?
Segimos entrados en buenas & malas
Tiene 2 amores fieles armas & mujeres
Que son su adiccion
Forjo un cigarro que enciende huele ah 4:20 & perfora el pulmon
Relaja el cuerpo es un casador parece cuerno con una extencion
Un angel vuela muy alto
Pero aqui abajo lo cuida el joe
Maneja un camaro blanco
Un 50 cargado nomas pa variar
De pantalones olgados bien camuflajeado
& unos tenis nike
Humilde extrategia una mente suicida
Granadas pecheras & tecnologias
De todos calibres los casqillos vuelan
Saco al michoacano que por dentro lleva
Es un soldado de barrio sin rango ni casco
En medio del peligro
Alto rango en valentia
Porta la camisa que es del concentido
Trai la guadaña su mano enpuña & la 9 acciono
En el este se mira la parca
En el filo dela navaja se mira el joe
Joe's Scythe
With the bull's horn to the chest
Hell's lead & a very expensive look
There comes an angel from the sky
Protecting the empire, a 9 in hand
He was a student of '27
Carrying the scythe that brings death
Who's gonna doubt it?
Had to be from the people of Angel del Villar
The chains broke & I was one more prisoner out of 5
I endured everything, they called me a cholo, didn't let you down, brother
I kept my head up & didn't want to talk
I remember the advice my dad gave me
Like I remember that old man
And from praying so much to Saint Jude
I was set free
With my gang, mother
123 my street, I'm from there
I scratched an Aztec zodiac
And in my left hand I put a hawk
I don't turn my back on 2 & 7
Because in the east, we're people of our word
How do you see it, my dude?
We stick together through thick and thin
He has 2 faithful loves, weapons & women
That's his addiction
He forged a cigarette that lights up, smells like 4:20 & pierces the lung
Relaxes the body, it's a hunter, looks like a horn with an extension
An angel flies high
But down here, Joe watches over him
He drives a white Camaro
A loaded .50 just to change it up
Baggy pants, well camouflaged
And some Nike sneakers
Humble strategy, a suicidal mind
Grenades, bulletproof vests & technologies
Of all calibers, the casings fly
He brings out the Michoacano that he carries inside
He's a neighborhood soldier without rank or helmet
In the midst of danger
High rank in courage
Wearing the shirt of the favorite
He carries the scythe, his hand grips it & the 9 is activated
In the east, Death is seen
On the edge of the blade, Joe is seen