Malverde Market - La Coka Nostra

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

Sniff inside 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 30

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

And all I picture is that last 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

(Ana Kasparian of The Young Turks):

Mexican officials have now detained a 14 year-old child assassin

Who’s admitted to decapitating four people

His sister’s 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

I’m one of the most fortunate though, I’ve been torturing 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 crippled 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 37 lives over three days, four of them children…