Paroles et traduction Gustavo Palafox - La Septima Letra

La Septima Letra

Desde morro le luchamos y hasta ahora todo es igual
Hoy me acuerdo del principio me pongo a reflexionar
Fumando me un gallito para poner me a viajar
Me proyecto a mis inicios
Que dura fue mi vidaaa...
(Música)
"Ay te va Rafa Perico"

Mi sangre de Michoacán
La humildad de mi mamá
De los hijos el menor
Andrés como mi abuelo
En los ángeles nací
En el estéreo crecí
Entre barrios peligrosos
Pandillero yo salí
A los 15 años de edad
Traje de mosca a Hernán
Nos mataron a mi tío
Y al año siguió mi carnal
Me marcaron la vida
Me tenia que mudar
Mi madre triste sabia que la venganza iba a llegar
Llegue al desierto de Arizona pide puntería
Aprendí del campo verde
Ganado y hasta montar
Pero una desesperación en mi mente seguía
Cruce la frontera hacia Durango me fui a trabajar
Aprendí a sembrar matas de marihuana
Que bonitas se miran esas montañas
Empezamos a BATEAR...
Regrese a Los Ángeles
Para el productor mover
Cada cuadra tenia su clika y vendían sus paquetes′
Le entre a la balacera con la pata en el pedal
Me sobraron amistades llego dinero a sobrar
Atrás en el PBI pero me les pude ir
Me crucé a Tijuana y a Vallarta
Me regrese ahí
Me encontraron material y los libras a sobrar
Y cientos de miles de dólares estaban allá
5 años mi sentencia me tenia que intrigar
Pero se hicieron 3 años y me puse a estudiar...
Gracias a Dios estoy libre mantenido la
Humildad por mi esposa y mis hijos hasta la vida daría
Desde que cumplí la condena no dejo de chambear
Las hectáreas de Durango las traje a California'
Gracias a Dios por la vida que me brinda
Aquí está dor mi cultura cuidadita pal que quiera negociar...
(End)

The Seventh Letter

Since I was a kid, we've been struggling and so far everything is the same
Today I remember the beginning, I start to reflect
Smoking a joint to get me tripping
I project myself to my beginnings
How hard my life was...
(Music)
"There you go Rafa Perico"

My blood from Michoacán
The humility of my mother
The youngest of the children
Andrés like my grandfather
In Los Angeles I was born
In the stereo I grew up
Among dangerous neighborhoods
A gangster I came out
At 15 years old
I brought trouble to Hernán
They killed my uncle
And a year later my brother followed
They marked my life
I had to move
My mother sadly knew that revenge was coming
I arrived in the Arizona desert, asking for precision
I learned from the green field
Cattle and even riding
But a desperation in my mind was still there
I crossed the border to Durango, I went to work
I learned to grow marijuana plants
How beautiful those mountains look
We started to BATHE...
I returned to Los Angeles
For the producer to move
Every block had its own clique and they sold their packages
I got into the shooting with my foot on the pedal
I had more than enough friends, money started to overflow
Behind in the PBI but I was able to leave them behind
I crossed to Tijuana and to Vallarta
I returned there
They found material and the dollars started to overflow
And hundreds of thousands of dollars were there
5 years my sentence had to intrigue me
But it became 3 years and I started to study...
Thanks to God I am free, maintaining
Humility for my wife and my children, I would even give my life
Since I served my sentence, I have not stopped working
The hectares of Durango I brought to California'
Thanks to God for the life that he gives me
Here is my culture, be careful for those who want to negotiate...
(End)