Graffiti Writer Killed

Woke up at moms house around noon

Heard breakfast cooking and television on the news

Head towards the kitchen, eggs and fried pork

"Graffiti Writer Killed" heard words, dropped fork (damn)

Whoever killed the kid had a score to settle

Broke his face, cops found him in a bloody puddle

Stole all his clothes, left him in the street

Lying dead next to his own half finished piece

No known suspects, but I can guess

Starting with the gas mask he died with around his neck

So violent. I remain silent

And hide the stencil I was working on underneath my desk

Drama if my momma find it

I'm reminded of the cats I had a fight with last week

Hit some licks, but ain't seen em since

Man I hope they ain't think that kid In the mask was me, shit

The silence in the room starts to taunt me

So i dip into the basement, start some laundry

A kid might've got killed because of me

The possibility of this being my fault haunts me

Need to know more about the crime

So I ask my drone to compile all the information online

In thirty secs got it all indexed

A two-page report slowly prints to my desk

A good start, but needs more focus

A strong cross reference might get me much closer

Drill down to the known sex offenders

Living three miles out from the spot of the murder

The search only came back with ten names, but five of those got eliminate quick because of age

One female, crossed her out

About to see what these other four talking about