They know I exist, but they haven't seen me
To give to the poor, I stole from the rich
No matter how complicated the situation is
I have faith and trust in the patron saint
I carry him in my wallet and he watches over me wherever I go
What I have asked for, he has already granted me
If there is any problem, ask for a favor
I'm going to Culiacán, I visit La Lomita
I go and leave flowers at the chapel
So that everything continues well, as it has been until now
For every favor, there is a votive candle
Things fall into place and the money comes in
And I keep moving forward, which is where I'm headed
Always with the help of the one who helped me
And up with Mazatlán, Sinaloa, man
And up with Michoacán, man
We have to keep tracking, compa