At the border, a thousand buys

Allow it to happen before your eyes

 

Let Covid and dope seep into our nation

The cartels win, can’t hide their elation

 

The getaways O.D. on the migrant streets

They’re nothing but spoiled addicted meat

 

The needle and pill is the combo of choice

Look away from the truth, don’t raise your voice

 

Talk to the man and place your order

Then march across the open border

 

Sell the cheap fix, send the frail to the showers

Poison the addicts, it only takes hours

 

Murder 2,000 fringe with 1 gram of Fentanyl

The clean are welcome, the rest go to hell

 

Trudge four thousand miles to the land of plenty

The strong survive, but the weak not many

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