WHO I HATE

In the burning heat where the wicked trade,
Cartels rise, bloodstains fade.
Sinaloa’s poison floods the streets,
Jalisco’s empire never sleeps.

Tren de Aragua smuggles deep,
Selling lives that no one keeps.
MS-13’s reign of knives,
Extortion, murder, stolen lives.

Gulf Cartel still holds its ground,
Zetas’ ghosts still drag men down.
Northeast Cartel, terror’s breath,
Drowning hope, dealing death.

La Nueva Familia’s ruthless hand,
United Cartels own the land.
Branded now as terrorist scum,
Still they kill, still they run.

EXTRADITION & JUSTICE

Caro Quintero locked away,
His drug-built throne starts to decay.
Treviño brothers, Zetas' kings,
Now face the law, no puppet strings.

Eight cartels now wear the brand,
Marked as terror in every land.
No longer hidden, no disguise,
No more power in their lies.

THE TRADE OF BLOOD & PAIN

Blooming Onion’s debts still stand,
Slaves still work this stolen land.
Maria Patricio’s greed unchained,
A fortune built on human pain.

China’s labs still feed the flood,
Fentanyl spills like poisoned blood.
Ten thousand bodies every year,
Sold for profit, drowned in fear.

Myanmar’s scam gangs, brutal hands,
Trap the weak in foreign lands.
Tortured, forced, they scream in vain,
Their suffering fuels the money chain.

WHO WE FIGHT

We do not hate the ones who flee,
Who cross the borders to be free.
We rage against the ones who take,
Who trade in lives, who lies create.

The traffickers, the murderers,
The ones who turn the world to dust.
Not those who seek a life of light,
But those who make the world a blight.

No mercy for the ones who deal,
In blood and death, in pain so real.
We name them now, we burn their brand,
Their empire turns to ash and sand.

NOW WE RISE, NOW WE BURN.