La Frontera — Equis Border X By Tezozomoc

You are listening to La Frontera Equis,
Radio Chingado —
Where you have come to
suffer “El Síndrome del Inmigrante”;
I will tell you it is not a corrido.

It is not a pastorela,
Not Teatro Carpa,
Not even an NEA subsidized art project,
No, it is pure suffering cabrones!

Aqui, you can’t pretend
to be Pedro Paramo.

You have not come to Comala,
no donkeys to get you across
the Tecate border.

Welcome to purgatory
sponsored by TLC
and it is not
Tender Loving Care, pendejos.
Not even Turner Loves Chicanos.

Our motto is
the border will run out
before the festering desire
to cross it.

Call it what you will,
La Frontera,
La Cruzada,
A 5K titled “Run for the Border”,
El Paso Incognito.

Radio Chingado
on the air
we have a quebradita
for you, just East of the Otay Corral,
brought to you by Los Broncos.

Radio Chingado
with the weather for you pollos,
The ground is full of brazas,
but don’t worry it does not
make you a bracero.

Today for your listening pleasure,
boleros so you can
play with your canicas
till the night comes.

This is Johny Chingas
on Radio Chingado,
grease up you feathers pollitos,
today could be your lucky day.

Today the “Tortilla Curtain”
becomes podrida.
Never mind the thermal imaging
technology pollitos,
run across the bucolic sagebrush
never mind the pentagon hand me downs.

We have pelado technology,
pollo camouflage,
the ability to pass 60% of the pollos,
we have mexicano stealth,
all of sudden we are
serving you a taco wango,
at your nearest run for the border.

We are baby sitting your kids,
cleaning your gardens
and doing what your big ass
won’t do Insipidos.

If you have just tuned-in
this is Johny Chingas
on Radio Chingado
If you did not make it across
Dead Man’s Canyon
you will be gladly met
by Operation Gatekeeper;
up somewhere in the big
Mexicano sky.

Inmigrante
if you just arrived
welcome to la Colonia Libertad.
Admire the red-tail hawk
as it crosses the border
without the need of papeles,
The bottle-neck dolphin
laughing as it crosses the border
to the “Amigo Country.”

The dollar does not need
a passport,
the big companies do not
need passports,
only you pobre Mexicanito.

You are listening to Radio Chingado
the voice of the voiceless,
where we tell you about those
“Green Chiles” standing
on the inside of the “Estados Unidos Podridos.”
“Bien Venidos a Tijuana Nirvana, cabrones!”