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"I Spy Wit My Lil Eye (A Detective Story) (2004)

peering over the body in the alley I strike a match
slit from ear to ear, multiple stabbings like the last
wonder why i ask, as the winter breeze blows out the flame
for 3 nights a row a prostitute goes down the same
stone cold heart, dont know why im starting to pity
for murders occur where drugs pump through the heart of the city
strike another match, this time cup the fire with my hands
body shows no sign of rape, what was the desire of this man?
feel tired as i stand, puff the cig, then kneel next to her
inspect under her nails, i notice some skin and specs of dirt
prolly scratched his face or neck in bursts...we'll have to see
its a shame fate uses these blocks to build tragedy
i shake my head again, causing ashe to fall from my cigarette
for i havent figured yet why and who would slit her neck
needa witness, i inhale the smoke then lower my hat
i know cases can be closed from tales told by a rat
seen a cardboard box adjacent to the murder scene
if someone sleeps there, he must've seen something, heard a scream
leaning on a vacant building, i button my trenchoat
watch hookers unaware someone is cutting up nymphos
exhale vapors, as hustlers make paper selling crack on the block
they dont concern me, just the man comming back to his spot
and he does, limps slowly, hunched over, drags a garbage bag
before throwing it in a large dumpster how bizarre is that?
emerged from the alley those beedy eyes look right at me
seemed like eternity, but he turned from me and walked fastly
i hesitated for a moment, then walked to the alley
could this be new girl i have to add to the talley?
is it possible thats this is the man who kilt these hoes?
and its a body in the bag 'stead of being filled with clothes?
opened the right side of the dumpster and jumped inside to see
pulled a small flashlight from my pockets, so my eyes could see
i smelt a foul odor, wondering about the contents it had inside
untied the knot, tried to see inside but the flashlight died
i patted it furiously, fearing for the worst i tore the bag
produced some light, squint my eyes and saw torn up rags
its not a corpse, just a place to keep the clothes which he wore
ready to jump out, but i seen a man enter wit a whore
im stuck now, i ducked down before im seen or caught
use this time to plot my next moves and get deep n thought
when the hobo returns, i will ask some questions
like did he hear or see any ongoing attack while resting
the hooker argues with the man who seems short on dough
they then get into a shoving match, but i ignore it tho
a minute later, i peek out becuz of something strange i heard
just in time to see the short mane lunge and strangle her
i reached for my badge, as she get punched in the head
but reached for gun, when i saw the knife plunge in her chest
a puddle of red starts to build, jumped out, pointed the gun
caught by suprise, he had no choice but to run
he knocked over a trash can and i tripped onto the ground
i got up quickly, but he was nowhere to be found

2 days later, the hobo's a suspect, there was a corpse in the trash
found it later, we on the hunt, another girl kilt worse the the last
i jot down in my notepad anything that looks similiar to me
i look up and happen to see a man that looks familiar to me
memory lane turns up empty, but i roam again
is it the killer in the alley or is it that homeless man?
No, its officer im aqainted with, that got dispatched to this place
seems very nervous, could it be the scratches on his face?