Merengue Killa - Los Amigos Invisibles

I was born with an all-needing money bag I would sleep with my hand on my money bag I would dream of the things that I never had You wake up and you find yourse

San Antone, red dust is on my wagon The road is long San Antone, getting bust but we are here Only one way to be Getting it right Letting it cut me to the bone

Hold me back You're much to young to understand the game Your mother never heard you scream like that in pain The way you scratch and fight is all in vain Your

Got word from home this morning it told a sorry tale indeed It was hard to bare the news about the family I broke right down and cried Last time I'd been home c

My backbone and my brain had just exploded When I heard the congregation give a cheer I was high and the preacher caught me freakin' I said that wasn't what I'd