22 July 2012
#household * language*
I am a lowly mule. Deliver me from this hell. Movin drugs across the border for the fucking cartel.
Grease 'um up good, swallow 'um down. Just leave my son alone, and I'll blow this town.
I am Maria full of grace with a belly full of blow. I'm quiet, retiring, movin your drugs without making a show.
But this is my last errand for you. I got me a plan Met a guy in America. He's my saviour. He's my man.
We'll build a fancy life in an apartment in the city. No more running drugs. No more shitty gritty.
We'll send for my little boy. We'll send him off to school. He'll grow up smart and strong. He'll be nobody's fool.
Just give me the laxatives and I'll crap out your stash. Here in this cheap motel, then I'll collect my cash.
This is gonna take some time, so be patient with me. Sorry it's taking so long I'm so very nervous you see.
Hey! Wait a minute! What's happening here? You're comin at me with a knife. You've lost patience it's clear.
Slice up my belly to retrieve your precious gold. My life for some cash has been bought and sold.
I was Maria full of grace with hopes and dreams. But now.... I lay in this cheap motel draining life. Nasty cartel schemes.
This dirty motel bath tub will be my bloody grave. Tell my son I love him, and please, leave him be.... Don't make him your slave.
~ inspired by the movie Maria Full of Grace. If you watch, don't worry. It's not as sad as this.
Maria Full Of Grace • Opuss № I