...They fight for it readily, guns raised in the air,
dividing up territory to claim it as theirs.
As Asians prepare Ephedrine and get it to port
their agents are there to let it in and test that it’s pure.
At the Mexican border it’s distributed to labs
where the meth is imported to the U.S en masse.
From Q-balls to grams it’s sold in the streets with
its purity dampened the lower it reaches.
The Sinaloan drug dealers are top of the chain
having took over the region to bolster their gains.
Their contacts in Asia supply them with shipments
they’re prosperous players in this hierarchy system
acquiring the mixture of chemical batches
and providing the fixers with plenty to manage.
It’s sent to the labs where this liquid gold
is emptied from barrels by six year olds.
The risks it poses them blindly ignored
as its vicious potency rises toward
them while they perform the ‘cook’ of the day
in silent sojourns while huddled away.
The drugs are created in temporary labs
where nothing is safely protected with masks.
The meth is then bagged up by hand and taken
to desperate task-mules for transportation.
They gag while placing countless loads
of prophylactic casings down their throats.
So mouths stay closed while border jumping
then out they go for your consumption!
All Walt was cooking’s a fictional plot
an altered look at who it is on top.
Criminal mobsters exploiting the poor
with triggers to stop them voicing their thoughts.
There’s no joy here for Saul.
No challenged arrests.
It’s sit poised if you’re caught or your family are dead.
The ‘labs’ that the meth’s in are dangerous zones
not factories tended by famous duos.
They’re makeshift and cold.
The plates are rusting.
- One mistake you could blow off your face like Gus Frings.
Maimed by cooking up America’s habit of meth addiction,
Meanwhile, Mexico’s new answer to Jesse Pinkman
just landed an extra shipment...
