The Police Shot Neville

 The police shot Neville

Shot him in the head.

A quick pull of the trigger

And Neville was dead.

 

One of my closest friends at school

Was shot in the head.

The police killed Neville,

With a bullet to the head.

 

They claimed he was high on a substance,

That he’d been dealing himself,

Said he put a gun to his temple

And that they never took him out.

 

But forensics proved otherwise

The trajectory would confirm.

That it was a bullet from a copper

And not from Neville’s hand.

 

Michael Thornhill he told me,

By the fruit stall’s in Brixton market,

Said the old bill had shot Neville

Shot Neville dead.

 

The world became silent

My past opened up.

Back to our school days

At our desk mucking about.

 

I have a photo of the football team

After winning the cup,

Proudly holding out our medals

On our knee’s in the line up

 

I think it was at Dulwich Park

Celebrating in the rain.

Parading the silver trophy

Amid the dog s**t and mud.

 

The police shot Neville

Shot him in the head

A bullet to the head and our

Childhood innocence was dead.