It ends with trajectory analysis, evidence of chemical contaminants,
feds from a federal establishment:
sampling collections of a catalyst, a substance that probably caused the death of the protagonist,
the scene outa perspective of the cameras,

and the deceased with a wound still bleedin' through the bandagin'
the cause of death seems inaccurate...
because the wound is fresh so it would seem it was after death it was inflicted, possibly a plot,
illogical or not, a witness from adjacent flats said she panicked when she saw a body drop,
so couldnt recall whether or not she saw the shot..
and when the scene was uncordoned off, an outline of the corpse still drawn in chalk,
the tyre tracks left from a ford explorer lay frozen underneath the mornin' frost..
The vehicles owner - a federal agent.. so documentation wouldnt ever trace back in a court of law,
re-question the witness? she saw it all, but she was told not to talk..
fabrication of the coroners report, corruption replaced any morals in this force,
they dabble in extortion to formulate their costs, any talkin' informants get turned into a corpse
and the source? a middle-age chief of police, who fancies retirement on beach retreats,
financed by a bank who keeps him sweet - theyre laundering the cash he receives on the street,
this particular bank is european elite, controls debt in sudan through evil deeds,
providin' rebels with the arms and the vehicles needed to succeed in becomin' independent,
but if they do, then the funding they accepted, has any new established government indebted,
so its easy to see they want peace to cease, plus the south has oil so the G.D.P,
if the region is freed will be reachin peaks, easily..its all done legally
but evil breeds evil cause that evening, the banks HQ blew from strategically placed artillerys,
24 stories stories floored, attack claimed by a well known paramilitary






It starts with a paramilitant boss caught in an intricate plot,
with his provisional squad caught in the middle of war,
religions the cause, killings the mission,
administring shots, riggin' ignitions to switches on bombs,
buildings are floored, fillin' up morgues,
with innocent victims not even involved, civilians and all,
diminished or missin'
and though it happened back in the beginning
the bosses initiation involved em killin a cop,
the cops administration was of a british rapport,
he thought they infiltrated his squad and finished them all,
and when he stood back the picture was wrong,
when he looked back this wasnt what he'd visioned at all,
beyond the villanous thoughts was a legitimate
law abidin citizen caught within a sinister force,
never imprisoned before, his only criminal log,
was for a ticket he got in the municipal courts,
'til opposition made his sister a corpse,
within an instant his willingless for living was lost,
became vindictive to god, and started sniffin the raw,
bolivian rock fresh off a christian cross,
a single killin evolved into multiple deaths,
he covered his steps then prayed for forgiveness from god,
plagued by the multiple regrets,
he attempted escape from a life he was lookin to forget,
investigators of crimes they were lookin to connect,
had his face on every pylon lookin for arrests,
he left jus in time 'fore they numbered his address,
fake passport, nine mil tucked under his chest plate,
fast forward flight slips up into ascent - wait..


a decade after the bloodshed started, an old mans graspin a peace award,
hes coughin' up on a bloodred carpet, maskin' the path of a street in new york,

see sudan was a region tore between an evil war of which the man knew the meanin' of,
he brokered a deal and brought the whole region forward, now see the meaning of the peace award,
but the deal brought more than peace, a bank called a meet, CEOs in a formal suite,
sniffed sicilian with the forces chief, they lost millions when the war was ceased,
and they wanted the cause deceased..
the chief had a fed on his payroll, a scapegoat well bred for leavin a case closed,
he stepped into his ford wearin plain clothes, sat nav'd the awards, he layed low and
5 seconds analysin the scene, 4 letters typed into the screen on a 3g iphone,
2 seconds 1 ring, within seconds around drives a jeep with its lights low..
a brief exchange and the fed got up from the jeep, with a vial hidden under his sleeve,
approaches the buildings security chief shows him his badge and the security leaves,

now see the reason why the old mans coughin in mad pain,
the fed slipped the vial in his bottle of champagne,
cyanide mix put a stop to his campaign,
in a back lane he put a shot in the mans brain,
and snatched the award - to make it look like a botched robbery,
but just the across the street a witness saw it properly,
an tried callin' police, but a voice on the phone warned her not to speak,
the fed hopped in the jeep and drove off,
thinkin all loose ends tied, or so he thought
never did his research, 'fore he wrote em off
an what he didn know about the olden corpse,
used to be a paramilitant boss,
same paramilitant boss, straight out the description before,
he changed his life to aiding the victims of war,
his way of life for gaining forgiveness from god,
and though he gained acclaim and was winnin' awards,
back home he had fame for what he did for his cause
the younger generation hung his pictures on walls,
at every demonstration sang militant songs
mentionin all the shit he did before his life declined,
but see the fed fucked up with the poison vials,
the connect providin cyanide supplys,
were sum IRA connected irish boys
who recognised the truth of how their idol died,
despite news reports improvised with lies,
so they tracked the fed, tortured him half to death,
got the info put a cap his head
traced the murder to the bank in debt and
went straight for their headquarters..........