Song #45 – Murder at the Bugjar
So… it is indeed a shame that this man died on that night in the summer of 2012. Hard to believe four years have passed since then… Here’s the little bit I was able to find out online about it. I tried contacting his family regarding the song I had written, thinking maybe they would appreciate that someone had put thought and work into it… but wasn’t able to reach them. I haven’t given up yet though. I’m hoping that through putting this song out maybe it’ll get to them and offer a bit of extra something to their loss. I don’t know. Anyway, here’s what City wrote about Deavoghn:
Deavoghn Hernandez-Ruffin was shot and later died. The 21-year-old had attended the rap battle to watch his cousin perform. Family members say he loved to dance and was a good father. He worked at the Walmart on Hudson Avenue.
He had spent his first Father’s Day with his daughter who spoke her first words to him, saying “da da.” Hours later, the victim spoke his last words to friends after he was shot outside the Bug Jar. He told them: “tell my family I love them.” His brother says he was trying to diffuse a situation, so it wouldn’t get out of hand.
https://soundcloud.com/23psaegz/murder-at-the-bug-jar/s-h2KBI
Murder at the Bugjar – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
One warm night amongst all the party people
One big fight in the middle of the party people
A single individual pulled the trigger killer
Don’t know why the trigger pulled the killer
Don’t know why the bullet left the shell
One thing’s sure, you’ve gotta lock your door around here
There was a murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
Death is a shame when it isn’t naturale
This whole thing has got me thinking
How I’d like to get to a better side of town
But what is real when you run away from it?
Meditate on a rock
Or rock-n-roll in the city
One thing’s sure, our bodies write the same end
And there’s no telling how or when it’s gonna happen
There was a murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
Death is a shame when it isn’t naturale
I don’t know this guy, but that’s a shame
Trigger killer made him die
Don’t know his name
One by one, we all write the same end
And there’s no telling how or when it’s gonna happen
Death is a shame when it isn’t naturale
There was a murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
Murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
Murder at the Bugjar, murder at the Bugjar
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