Nothing Sexy About Dope
No matter how one spins it,
the dope game is dirty, from
every angle, in every state, even internationally.
We pay bad guys, commonly
called “CI’s,” to buy dope off
other bad guys, sometimes their
competition, so we can get paper,
and knock their doors down legally.
The war on drugs, although a
righteous idea, has failed, without
a doubt, for over thirty years.
The cartels have greater resources
than every law enforcement unit combined,
and they profit tens of billions annually,
live like kings with gold-plated rifles,
Siberian Tigers, and mansions built
with walls infused with bundles of cash.
Dead bodies pile up in Mexico, and
that violence seeps into the United States.
Cops, border patrol agents, and other
law enforcement groups take the bait,
get a huge payday to look the other way,
yet they always get caught and tons of
drugs penetrate the US with alarming
magnitude. This stuff consumed me
for six years…but I have the perfect plan.
Choke the borders with money sniffing
canines, intercept every penny of drug money
heading into Mexico, use it to get
Americans off drugs. Death doesn’t
bother them, losing drugs to the police
is expected, but taking their money?
Yeah, it infuriates them to no end,
causes severe grief, forces them to
pop pills pacifying ulcers. Only then
will the real war begin.
-C.L.Swinney © 2015
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