My dad gave me everything, but then he was killed, and I started lacking everything because I lived in that neighborhood full of paracos [paramilitaries]. I asked them for work, so I started selling cocaine and cocaine base.
Mi papá me daba todo, a él lo mataron y ya me faltaba todo, entonces como yo vivía en ese barrio que era de paracos [paramilitares], les pedí trabajo, comencé a vender perico y bazuca.