Corrido

This is a story about a gangster who runs
He runs guns
Drugs and liquor and cigarettes
And women
Coke up his nose
Heroin in his veins
His flask full and then emptied
Cigarette after nervous cigarette
Running up the west coast of México
From Jalisco through Nayarit
His paranoia worsens as he runs through Sinaloa
All the way to the US Border at Sonora
How his goods reach the Los Angeles streets
No one knows
But with every run his paranoia still shows
Very abusive is this gangster
He runs with his habits
But of his women he never partakes
Abusive towards their beauty
And its temptation
It's distracting to his work
Women he knows are the most dangerous of all
For this gangster knew of love only once
A beauty from Guadalajara
Long jet black hair
Skin soft and golden
He loved her so and will never love another
For she was once his only addiction
One that he is still grieving
When she ran away
Only his mirror knew of his tears
He hates his women most of all
Possessors of beauty that any man would swoon
For he knows that any affair
Any lingering feeling at all
Will soon be a distant reflection
So he keeps running