And there is Tyrone West, pulled over and then suddenly dead in police custody somehow right there outside of his vehicle, and there is the autopsy report on his death which took more than five months to come out and there is the independent report of how the stop was handled which arrived last week, which doesn't blame the police for causing his death (though I am suspicious as always of the "he was out of shape" argument), but does certainly damn them for not following proper procedures and exacerbating the situation. Cousin to West, Kneel Knaris, an excellent Baltimore rapper, is one of the many people around here who hasn't allowed people to forget about West. Not long after West's death, Knaris posted this on Facebook: "Tyrone Antonio West is my cousin. The one who kept me out of trouble as a kid and MADE me go to college. I am a man because of him." It was a reminder that West was a real person who had an effect on real people's lives, not a talking point. Knaris has continued to be active on the ground and on social media and he also recorded a song, 'The Ghost of Tyrone West,' under the name Prime Meridian, that captures the rage and pain ("Afraid to dig deeper, their information's shoddy/ Five whole days until my family saw his body") that comes with having to sit on the fact that your cousin is dead under extremely questionable circumstances. It's also got one of those mealy mouthed early '90s hip-hop hooks chanted with such conviction that it becomes catchy: "No pity, my message to the citizen's committee/ Who the biggest law breakers in the city/ Full of corrupt politicians, red tape, road blocks, criminals, dope spots, what about these rogue cops?"