The Boss
A soldier fell dead
Our boss was killed
Who will lead us, Pablo Escobar
Was king of cocaine - made money of leaves
was a great man - godfather of the poor
was a general - sending native warriors
Was the boss, the best of all
To the poor natives, He bought them houses
to the strong natives, he gave them guns
To the sold out cops, he gave them great bribes
To the stupid judges, He cut their throats
The business of pleasure - He knew it well
The natives harvest it and the browns sold it
The blacks cooked it and the promotions pushed it
Dust for the rich, and terrain for the poor
Fucking poor natives called him the boss
Take me to heaven boss
Money is nothing
My spirit is all
Boss bless me, come and save me boss
Mr Pablo Escobar was a visionary
The vision of take care of his own people
A Family man and the godfather of the poor
He gave pleasure to the whole world
And now, now people we are going to the pantheon to bury
The boss
Millions of people will miss him
¿who? ¿who, I‘m asking you? ¿Whos is going to take care of us?
[Brujo:] I
[Mexicano:] Tell me Who
[B:] I, el Brujo.