LYRICS GAME

I was going in my truck

One Sunday afternoon

I saw on the corner a cart

A woman was selling tamales

The sun was f*cking hot

But the hunger was f*cking worse

When I saw the green light

I advanced very thoughtfully

I kept looking in the mirror

I had a feeling about something

I saw a motorcycle approach

And someone showed a knife

The tamale seller, with her hands raised

She watched how they took away

The money that she earned with so much sacrifice

The food for her children, who were waiting for her at home

My blood boiled

I couldn't stay still

I didn't hesitate to stop him

With the gun to his forehead, before sending him to hell

I made him apologize and return what wasn't his

And it's your buddy Luis R Conriquez

And only corridos for the world

Let's go

Look, ma'am

Here is the one who robbed you

You tell us what to do with him

We can finish him off right now because he deserves nothing less

And I uncovered his face and she couldn't believe it

She cried loudly

The thief was her son

To continue his vices

He robbed his holy mother and trampled on her sacrifices

Please, don't do anything to him, I deserve this punishment

For not knowing how to raise you

Ungrateful son