over here we don't throw everything away like you gringos do.
recycling, right? we invented that. the government doesn't have to tell people to do it.
this place, the one across the street, four other ones around ciudad leon-- soy el rey de las llantas. king of the tires. lots of your people rollin' back over that bridge on my rubber.
fifteen years in el paso.
something like that.
you the sheriff of rio county, right? un jefe muy respetado. step over this line.
ay, que milagro! you're not the sheriff of nothing anymore- just some tejano with a lot of questions i don't have to answer.
bird flying south-you think he sees that line? rattlesnake, javelina-- whatever you got--halfway across that line they don't start thinking different. so why should a man?
my government can go fuck itself, and so can yours. i'm talking about people here--men. mi amigo eladio cruz is giving some friends of his a lift in his camion one day--
--but because he's on one side of this invisible line and not the other, they got to hide in the back like criminals--
and because over there he's just another mex bracero, any man with a badge is his jefe--