Sinaloa Order By Border
i know you want to think optimistically, but when there
is nothing in the glass it's not half anything, its
f..cking empty. we try to build an order, only in some
chosen borders. we try to build an order, we'll produce
shells of mortar. we try to build an order, people go in
rigid quarters. we try to build an order, a machine a
people sorter. we try to build an order, a woman -
nothing for her. we try to build an order, a black man
working - nothing more. where do we live, what borders
are ours. how do we live, alone or under powers. never
could we stop, if shots were fired. turning would be
treason. i am not a liar. just hope that i'm alive when i
stop marching
