FROM THE NEWSROOM
It was news channel six, today this channel's sick
Didn't take much to arouse anger and channel it
Right now lets look at the set as a fresh book
Lets not focus on the father, brother or son death took
This dark depression sticks me with the best hooks
There was this hot-shot journalist, unworthy shit
I'm incensed by him though I know not who the person is
I see this persona and go into a moral coma
I turnout just to burnout, a breathing supernova
I forget about my brother, the victim
Listening to his last words and vision
He wanted me to evolve and stop 'Crippin
I cry tears and life's weird from now on
I only feel I'm on Earth to die here
Tried fear on for size, I'm so afraid to fly
My brother died in a gang shooting, there was this reporter
Judging the gang I'm part of, blaming us for the slaughter
Transfixed by his translation of my brothers life....
In contempt with the anchorman, "He's gonna die!!!"
His name is Regis Crowder
When I see him, I see a coward
Its called projection, he's something
I need to see devoured, he's a fake Jesus
A second-rate Hermes, unworthy
I feel thats he's out to hurt me
Have me looked in prison for perjury
His life is so unassertive and dirty
His dirt heaps of facts come dirt cheap
He never studied the gang or any of it codes
Influenced by he say/she say logic exposed
He couldn't tell us apart in plainclothes
Readily he'll say that he knows the gang's clothes
My little brother lay on the curb, shattered
As dreams he might've had, none of it mattered
Splattered by a rival gang he was just a gangbanger
He was my flesh and blood, so much more than a gangster
Wasn't the babyface Capone that'd they'd have you think
Wasn't a young Gotti by any means, just a teen on the brink
Of juvy or death, another homie gone...only a handful left
So I went into the newsroom and shot him
As the camera's rolled I got him
Right between the eyes, hoping he dies
He was gonna do another story on my gang
Filled with thwarted propaganda and lies
No remorse as the bullets pour out the gun
He'll never know my hood or the war that I'm from
He'll look at my world so, xenophobically
I feel powerful now, Zen just flows through me
I erased his intended fate wholly and totally
So even in a botched after life he's owing me
Police sirens blare outside, I didn't fight back
I took Regis' life and surrendered just like that