Narcotraficantes by Chuck Calabreze published on 2011-05-20T15:08:07Z NARCOTRAFICANTES The gringos say “Maria” but her real name is Bert Raised by pentecostals in a styrofoam yurt She bussed it down from Sandpoint with a half an ounce of weed They found her in the Chelsea speaking tongues and shooting speed She bumped Tupac and Willie, liked to sleep till way past noon Liked to holler at the TV in the Florida room Maxwell wore his pinstripes, his bluetooth in his ear Said he was a banker, but he never told her where You got a gringo in Ray-Bans and a WalMart suit Got narcotraficantes with their cheap cheroots Lawmen in the roundhouse, bankers in the hills Snort designer coke through a hundred dollar bills Kept a loaded Mossberg underneath the trundle bed Cooked meth in a trailer just to keep the baby fed Rigoberto paid the feds off, the narcos never knew Until some thugs came sniffing and Rigo spiked the brew Narcotraficantes at Taco Joe's stand Juan Marcos saw Max lurking but he didn't tip his hand The girls were wearing leather, drinking gin out of a jar They slapped esposas on him, frog walked him to the car You got a gringo in Ray-Bans and a WalMart suit Got narcotraficantes with their cheap cheroots Lawmen in the roundhouse, bankers in the hills Snort designer coke through a hundred dollar bills Drove to Samalayuca in a battered HumVee Tejano in long johns in the passenger seat Someone nailed milagros to the cornhouse beam They stopped to slam tequila in a town without a name They stopped to slam tequila in a town without a name Druglords kicked the door, sprayed the bar with lead Hunkered in the Hummer, Max yanked the hood off of his head Took a day to saw the cuffs off, one to hitch a ride, Another day to stumble out to Highway 45 Another day to stumble out to Highway 45 You got a gringo in Ray-Bans and a WalMart suit Got narcotraficantes with their cheap cheroots Lawmen in the roundhouse, bankers in the hills Snort designer coke through a hundred dollar bills A rutera with maquilas rolling toward the Rio Grande There's musicians in the flophouse and putas in the band Sangre verde flowing down the Rio's tied-off vein Junkies dance like scarecrows on the bridge across the line Junkies dance like scarecrows on the bridge across the line The gringos say Maria but her real name is Bert Raised by pentecostals in a styrofoam yurt She bussed it down from Sandpoint with a half an ounce of weed They found her in the Chelsea speaking tongues and shooting speed They found her in the Chelsea speaking tongues and shooting speed Genre Junkyard Narcocorrido Rock Comment by Captain Morgan I love it, it's wonderfully quirky and shows the beginning of something with real depth and originality, yet still evocative... keep it up! 2011-09-19T19:26:31Z
