(heavy)
(wait for it)
Pavement cold under the heavy press
Crump adjusting the silk of his collar
While Turner waits for the ink to dry in the heat
Jackson County soil feels like a burden on the feet
Four young spirits met a heavy fate in the deep
(heavy fate)
Waiting for the paper to cross the cedar desk
Independent eyes seeing through the official mess
There’s a dispute on who gets the first word
The silence is the loudest thing I ever heard
(ever heard)
Nolan Wells in the marrow of this weary town
Four specters where the river water goes down
Boat drifting on a very specific arc
GPS coordinates cutting through the dark of the record
The timeline is jagged like a piece of broken glass
Three others lost in the swaying of the tall grass
(lost in the grass)
Turner’s history written on the legal page
Same old trauma acting out on a different stage
Black skin under a clinical and hollow eye
Official stories that never seem to fly straight
We seen the findings shifted in the years before
Blood on the wood of the courthouse floor
Scrutiny on the minutes and the seconds logged
Judgment is blurred and the memory is bogged
(memory is bogged)
The water doesn't lie like the law tends to do
Seeing what the private investigators knew
The conflict of the findings in the air so thick
Truth in the gut making the whole city sick
(city sick)
Mother’s message on the Instagram feed
Pure gratitude for the hearts that bleed for her
Thanking the neighbors for the prayer and the walk
While the high officials continue the talk
(continue the talk)
Salt air heavy with a mourning song
Waiting for the right to finally fix the wrong
Weight of the world deep in the bone
Path to the peace is a path walked alone
(walked alone)
Path to the peace is a path walked alone
(walked alone)
Path to the peace is a path walked alone
(four names)
(wait for the report)
(the timeline)
(Jackson County)
