Yes, I’ll always remember it was the third of September;
I saw a gangsta dismembered, dying on the barroom floor.
I was there to try to borrow the keys to Alejandro’s carro
“Is he dead?” I asked. Sí, claro—tomorrow there will be a war—
These pendejos got it coming and there’s gonna be a war—
We’ll put them down for evermore.
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