Shots fired shots fired ... narcotics, dirty money... moonlighting officers with ghost-guns borrowed from the evidence lockers as gunshots ring through the night ... another corpse of a rap-star is found ... There's blood on the wax as hip-hop bleeds over the turntables, the case turns cold before it's in the ground ... Yet another closed casket with no clues ... Just another homicide where the evidence never left the locker room ... waiting to be disposed of after the original case is closed... It's simply a mystery, just another nothing murder ... At the stop-signs with flashing lights, gang members hide in plain sight behind a badge and a smile ... Nobody cares if they skim off the raids ... A room full of hookers, cocaine and dirty money ... it's how they like to party ... Some neighbourhood kids were set up for a little bank robbery that the cops themselves committed ... a classic case of wrong place wrong time, now they're down for twenty-five-to-life without the possibility of parole ... A victimless crime - as the evidence don't lie - especially when it is planted by professionals ... If nobody saw it, it was never there ... If you did see it, you simply wouldn't be believed ... but who would dare question them, as they act up like big stars, living life beyond their means ...
