Malverde Market
In a country gripped by violence
In a land plagued by gunfire
And drug money, one focal figure
Stands above the rest tonight
See why the people of Mexico
Call him The Narco Saint
In the midst of the Malverde Market
In the presence of The Narco Saint
The vodka drink
Bottle smashed and the shotguns aimed
The Reaper calling was enough to
Put 2Pac in paint
Murals of dead heroes, apocalyptic rain
We look above at all the scriptures say
Which is why, which is way
Drift inside the smoke from the biscuit haze
I sniff and daze in the
Alley with my towel dirty
Nursing the stab wounds
Catching visions of Malverde
I pissed away my life for years
Look I'm now thirty
Product of pistoleers, rocking a foul jersey
Holding my side together
Chopping up perico flakes
Maybe now is my time to head
Up to that peaceful place
But all's I picture is that
Last look on Chico's face
I should have seen it coming
Those deceitful snakes
What happened after that I cannot say
I saw the face of Jesus
And then I woke up out in Santa Fe
Mexican officials have just detained a
14 year-old child assassin
Who has admit to decapitating four people uh
His sister is also detained, because she is
Basically admitting
To dumping the bodies on freeways and rivers
Doing whatever's necessary to get rid
Of the decapitated bodies
In the midst of Malverde's darkness
In the presence of The Narco Saint
La Coka Nostra tagged on the walls
Of the House of Pain
The Reaper calling was enough to
Leave your house in flames
Tattoos of deceased idols
Killers gone insane
We look above it on the witness face
Jury with a bitter taste in their mouths
Division in the distant haze
The pistol blaze like hellfire
Bullets whistle by like voices beyond the
Grave in a dead choir
I pissed away my life for many moons
Many shitty wombs in pissy motels
Exchanging bricks with many goons
Exchanging bullet wounds with many fools
Been one of the most fortunate
Though I've been tortured
With impending doom
And all I picture is when me and God talk
Looking like Tim Roth from the
Ending of Reservoir Dogs
What happened after that I can't tell you
But if you keep the faith then
Even death can't fail you
It's the latest gruesome discovery
In a wave of
Violence that's gripped this Mexican
Border city bodies
Of nine decapitated men were
Found in a vacant
Empty lot in this poor Tijuana neighborhood
Just miles from San Diego
California State Police
Said the heads were discovered in
Plastic bags near the bodies three of
The men have been identified as
Police officers their ID cards were
Found in their mouths official
Says drug turf battles are at the
Center of much of the
Violence here, claiming at least thirty-seven
Lives over three days, four of them children