[ WP ] Base a story around your favorite song lyric

It's dark out, but the court lights are still on in the park. A young, tall boy is playing basketball, he's wearing his favorite Nike sweats, and a nice pair of shoes from the same brand. He shoots a shot, and it bounces off the rim, but the boy undiscouraged runs for the ball and puts up another shot. On the ground next to his back pack is his iPhone playing a song he likes, he imagines himself playing basketball in a gym with a large crowd cheering for him and his team. 
 
 `` GO! DAVIS! GO!'' He puts up another shot, as he imagines them chanting his name. As it drains, he can almost see everyone standing up in the bleachers cheering for him. 
 
'You know what I need, want you to see everything, want you to see all of the lights!' The woman is singing on his phone. He dribbles through his legs and imagines crossing over a guy in front of him. He leaps up and extends his whole body and dunks it. 
 
 `` OH! SHIT!'' He surprises himself, `` OH, HOLY SHIT!'' 
 
 Basketball season is going to be starting soon, first practice is in two weeks. In his room, he has it marked down on his calendar. Out of breathe, a smile on his face, and humming the song, he realizes its late out. He ca n't wait to get home and tell his dad he can dunk it finally. 
 
 He walks about three blocks, he feels hungry so he walks up to the convenience store to pick up a warm up burger and a red slurpee. `` Hey Mr. Aki, guess what?! Your boy can finally dunk it! Ah-Ha!'' 
 
 `` Oh yeah, when I see it I'll believe it. How are you're grades Davis-san?'' The elderly man puts the broom down, and watches Davis grab his regular foods. They visit a little as Mr. Aki check's him out, they make a bet he ca n't average one dunk a game, and wave good-bye. Davis stops and puts his sandwich and drink down on the newspaper vending machine, his walk was another four blocks and he wanted to listen to some tunes. 
 
 He gets about two blocks and then, `` Hey, whats good.'' 
 
 It was a trio of guys dressed in black, `` Yo, man. Not much just about to head home, see my pops.'' 
 
 One of them walk up to him and hear his music playing, `` Yo, what you listening to bruh? Check it.'' 
 
 `` Just some J. Cole, Yaye, Logic, you know..'' He says grabbing his ear piece out of the other guys ear. 
 
 One of them stood still as the other two walked up to him, `` Yo, thats a nice iPhone, my nigga. Let me check it.'' 
 
 `` Nah, fam. My pops will kill me if I lost it.'' He starts walking, the guy that stood still does n't move and checks his shoulder. `` Sorry, dude.'' 
 
 Click-Clack. `` Let me check that iPhone, nigga.'' Davis did n't turn around, but could feel the barrel pointed at his back. 
 
 `` You should have just let him see it, bruh.'' Another one of them said. 
 
 He held on to his drink, and still could feel the warm sandwich in his sweater pocket. He lifts his arms up, `` Yo, man. I'm just trying to go home, I do n't want no problems, aight?'' 
 
 `` You ai n't want no problems?'' They laugh, `` this nigga...'' 
 
 Davis bolts for the corner on the right, when he turns he hears the first'pop'. He's clutching his sweater pocket and holding his drink like a football, he just got to make it home. He dials 911, when the operator picks up he does n't even hesitate, `` Help me! I'm being chased by these three brothas down a street. They trying to mug me, and shot at me. Send help! Send police!'' 
 
 He gets two blocks down, turns left, and starts running back down towards his house, and his ear buds fall out and ca n't hear the operator but he keeps talking, `` I'm just running, I ca n't hear you. If you can, send help ASAP. I'm just going to run home!'' As he gets to the last two blocks before he has to turn left back towards his house, he sees a car pull up down the street he's got to go. The bullets sound like a stick being dragged along a metal fence, like the one at the basketball court. It feels warm as two go into his stomach and hit his rib. 
 
 He looks out in shock, drops his slurpee, and ca n't tell if the warmth is still from his sandwich or the hot metal in his stomach. He wobbles and falls to his knee and then to the ground. 
 
 `` Ohh, shit'', he groans. 
 
 `` Fuck wit the three six side crooks again, nigga! Dirt nap, bitch! Graat-graat-graat, nigga!'' The voice laughs from the vehicle as the wheels squeal and drive off. 
 
 He lays there, trying to comfort himself but all he can think of is the gym cheering his name, `` Go! Davis! Go!'' He looks up at the orange sky and thinks of the song, `` Turn up the lights in here, baby. Extra bright, I want y'all to see this. Turn up the lights in here, baby. You know what I need, want you to see everything, want you to see all of the lights.'' His red slurpee was mixing with his blood, he reached on to his stomach for his sandwich and it was still warm. When he reaches for his iPhone, he pulls it out and ends the 911 call. He holds down the siri button and says, `` Siri, call'pops'.'' The light spins, and he starts to feel cold as the phone rings, he pulls out his head phone jack. 
 
 It goes for a few seconds, and someone picks up, his father sounds frantic, `` Son? Where are you?'' 
 
 `` Dad, come get me..''
