Santa Blanca

I am not a liar

I have killed thousands

I have fed more drug fiends than the top three pharmaceutical companies combined

I have stolen children from parents, wives from husbands

Wiped out entire generations

I am the head of the Santa Blanca organization

Which you call a cartel

I had a dream

I dreamed of a land where we could grow our own coca

Produce our own cocaine

Where we could run our business

Free from interference from the police, the government

The army, the Yanquis

Like Moses, I led my people to the promised land

Bolivia

We came here

We bought the coca fields

What we couldn't buy, we took

We bought the police, the military

The judges, the politicians

We were on the verge of becoming the government itself

On the razor's edge from fulfilling my dream

Of creating the narco state

The nation of Santa Blanca

In my dream, a woman's voice asked me

"Sueño, m'ijo

What if you had your own country?"