Karaoké King Park La Dispute

Another shooting on the southeast side

This a drive-by, mid-day

Outside of the bus stop by Fuller and Franklin or near there

Not far from the park

About a block from where the other shooting was last month

Or was it last week

Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound, Eastown

The target a rival

But they didn't hit the target this time

They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it

And I travel backwards through time and space and

I disintegrate

Become invisible

I wanna see it where I couldn't when it happened

I wanna see it all first hand this time

I wanna know what it felt like

So I float behind police lines

Reconstruct the scene in fragments of memories

I wanna know what his mother looked like up close

I wanna see her leaning over his body

So I float there

Transcend time

I wanna capture it accurately

I wanna know what the color of the blood was

Spilling out from the tarp onto the concrete, I

Wanna write it all down so I can always remember

If you could see it up close how could you ever forget

How senseless death

How precious life

I wanna be there when the bullet hit

And the crowd poured out as the shots drowned into siren sounds

Out of their houses now and over front yards

All the way up to the place where the police tape ran to mark the crime scene

Everybody trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening

Of what was going on between the ambulance and all the cop cars

Everybody gossiping

Whose kid got hit

Where'd it hit him and who could've fired it

Everybody wondering

How did it happen again

And is he dead

These children, our kids

Everybody wondering how far they were from where the victims lived

And I visit them

Their houses

Inside my dream I visit them

My spirit soaring high and high up over King Park

Leaves the crime scene

Travels further back

'Till far before the shooting

Through their windows

To their living rooms

I see them younger this time

Playing games and doing homework

All these marks of youth soon transformed coldly into stone for fights and stupid feuds

For ruins wrapped in gold

And cruelly I recall why I have come

To find a reason

But there cannot be a reason

Not for death

Not like this

Not like this

Three days later they made funeral plans

The family

Three days later a mother had to bury her son

Not far away the shooter holed up in a hotel near to the highway with a friend and the gun

That same gun

He'd fled immediately but was identified by witnesses

His picture on TV

Only twenty years old

They called him Grandpa

He was older than the others by a year

Maybe two and

He was safe for a while until somebody saw him there

And notified the authorities who surrounded the hotel

First arresting an accomplice while attempting to flee

Then chasing him up the staircase to the floor where he'd stayed

He closed the door hard behind him

Locked himself in the room

They could've kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him

One he'd already used and so they feared what he'd do

I floated up through the window of a room to the West

I hovered out to the hallway

Tried to listen in

I heard them trying to reason

Get him to open the door

His uncle begging and pleading

Half-collapsed to the floor

He preached of hope and forgiveness

Said There is always a chance

To rectify what you've taken

Make your peace in the world

I thought to slip through the door

I could've entered the room

I felt the burden of murder

It shook the earth to the core

Felt like the world was collapsing

Then we heard him speak

Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself

Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself

Can I ever be forgiven 'cos I killed that kid

It was an accident I swear

It wasn't meant for him

And if I turn it on me

If I even it out can I still get in or will they send me to hell

Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself

I left the hotel behind

Don't wanna know how it ends