A soldier fell dead
Our leader was assassinated
Who will command us?
He was the king of cocaine -...
He was a great man - father to the poor
He was a general - He lead guerrilla natives
He was El Patron, the pure...

The business of pleasure - he rose high
The natives ran to him and a few sold
The blacks cooked and the gangs enforced
Powder for the rich and rocks for the poor