Another sad story unfolds tryna reveal it`s inner chapters
Tragedy is undressed, comedy conceals it`s hidden laughter
Sittin` passenger side, while depression is ridin` shotgun
Collectin` the cries caught projectin` the lives of lost ones
Freedom got hung out to dry on the cross that judged Jesus
Givin` birth to a generation that learned to trust demons
The crust feeds us, too prideful to take a slice of the pie
Adjust fetus, perfection`s lost when the smile is a lie
Hidin` behind a mistake that became the crime that defines
The line that reminds illusion of the eye of the mind
A sad story unfolds tonight, live from the scene of the crime
Suicidal homicide commited by one who needed a life
Weapon of choice: sympathy, played the role of "forgotten"
Drivin` down dead end streets until the road became rotted
What seems like pre-meditated, but evidence isn`t clear
Birthed from loneliness & hatred welded with bits of fear
A glimpse of years to come foreshadowed by letters & photographs
Love notes written in blood, emotion hidden under the scabs
Both parents still alive, claim their son seemed normal
Paid the price of ignorance when they really couldn`t afford to
No signs of forced entry, the only clue we have is this letter
Tune in after the commercial break for the weekend weather
A sad story unfolds tonight, I play the role of the victim
Inspired by a dream & society that keeps opposin` to listen
Unloaded a clip aimed at the moon, chambered a bullet for self
Cuz life`s a bitch, I`m pussy whipped & she keeps pullin` my belt
To try and fuck me, just so happens that I`m not so lucky
Chasin` after that end all & I`m not tired of rushing
So this litre of Gin became my friend over course of the night
& These Vic`s help me get right, cause this ain`t `posed to be life
While this weed helps me get free, so high I fly like a bird
The word "love" is what once was, but I would die for that word
And this bullet in the chamber is anxious for me to pull it
So I do, cause there`s not much goin` for me that says I shouldn`t
Leavin` the clues all here if only they would bother to look
But nobody really knows me, I`ll be seen as the darkest of crooks
Bullet in brain, yellow tape, police sirens and what`s real
Is because I`m black, THIS suicide will be brushed off as a bad drug deal
Topic: Media Bias