Lyrics 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
want
to
see
it
where
I
couldn't
when
it
happened
I
want
to
see
it
all
first
hand
this
time
I
want
to
know
what
it
felt
like
So
I
float
behind
police
lines
Reconstruct
the
scene
in
fragments
of
memories
I
want
to
know
what
his
mother
looked
like
up
close
I
want
to
see
her
leaning
over
his
body
So
I
float
there,
transcend
time
I
want
to
capture
it
accurately
I
want
to
know
what
the
color
of
the
blood
was
Spilling
out
from
the
tarp
onto
the
concrete
I
want
to
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
want
to
be
there
when
the
bullet
hit
And
the
crowd
poured
out
as
the
shots
drowned
into
siren
sounds
Out
of
there
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
20
years
old
They
called
him
"Grandpa"
He
was
older
than
the
others
by
a
year,
maybe
two
And
he
was
safe
for
awhile
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
'cause
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
want
to
know
how
it
ends
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