Welcome to the black market
Where goods are stored in old baskets
Goods ranging from guns to leather jackets
Organized gangs and drug rackets
Own and control it like a puppet
No fixed price on any goods
No discrimination on neighborhoods
As we are all the same
In the name of money
As it means business, just business
Cheap and expensive drugs
For the poor
Rich and also thugs
Some capable of turning one into rugs
For hallucination
Memory loss and feeling high
I recommend marihuana
It will take you to the sky
You don’t believe?
Don’t try…
Or do you want to be high
In a minute
Heroin or coke
Have you ever seen it?
Avoid the above goods
For they can turn you
Into a music mix
Imagine standing the risk
Of forever needing a fix
Do you have the green bucks?
Or the sterling
And you need the local currencies
Come exchange with no extra charges
But pray not to get on your knees
As there is no honor among thieves
I can’t talk about everything
In summary, do you need anything?
Electronics, spare parts but not nothing
Come get it, at half the price
Most are brand new
No lies
One good thing with this market entity
Is
Goods and services lack guarantee or warranty
What you buy
Can tomorrow be what I sell?
And you’ll do nothing but go to hell
This is the unwritten rule of this cartel
So yet again
I say
“Welcome to the black market”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem