This song is about a boy who comes from a bad home life. One night he can't take it anymore & has to escape the drama. He heads to Finsbury Park to calm down. He sees something he should have never witnessed. This is Wrong Place, Wrong Time. Enjoy.
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Lyrics:
Tonights not a good night. Parents arguing again, they dont even know that Im gone; On my way to Finsbury Park, to clear my head. Who is this pulling up?
Another bad night/
Anger turned into a slap fight/
My mothers screaming/
I cant do anything/
Cus Im just a 15 yr old weakling/
Ive seen this over & over again/
I hate it/
A boy should never see his mother cry/
Or ever want his father to die/
But Ive seen both/
Livin vicariously through the music in my headphones/
These artists understand my anger, they have to cus they express it so well/
O theyll/
Be able to ease my burden/
But often I find my feelings worsen/
So I left the iPod on the bed/
Its windy & rainy tonight, so the hoods over my head/
I step to the rocky playground scene/
Where we walk like kings/
& war by swings/
I never understood what that sign meant/
A few minutes later a car pulls up creepin/
I hide in the slide/
Surveying the scene poking my head out the side/
Its money out now/
Cus thats a limo that pulled up/
& from the opposite direction comes another one/
They stop/
Chauffeurs get out/
Then the bosses come out/
I strain over the wind to hear what theyre talking about/
Apparently - the boss on the right/
Owes money to the boss on the left/
But the boss on the right is talking out the side of his neck/
So the boss on the left snaps his fingers/
& the rest of his entourage steps out eager/
To silence the situation/
The boss on the right calls his men out/
This scenes ripe for confrontation/
They stand tough/
Testin each others bravado/
Tension Ive learned is the hardest pill to swallow/
So the boss on the left says, Ok man Ill give you a break/
Im too tired to be doing this at 1:38 (AM)/
So the boss on the right tells his men its cool to look away/
Rookie mistake/
The boss on the left says fire away/
Silenced pistols rocked everybody to sleep/
Its quiet now, except for me/
Who knew a slide would echo me weep?/
I hop out & I sprint into the dark woods/
Theyre chasing me poppin off its not all good/
Luckily Im well versed in these woods, so I know the escape route/
I told my parents we shouldve never came up from the south/
My chests heavin/
Now an hour has past/
& I hide out in the local Laundromat/
Local news comes on & they seem shocked & sad/
Theyre live from Finsbury Park/
Thats where I was just at!/
Theyre saying/
A man died tonight, but not just any man he was the muthafuckin mayor/
But Im like whats the mayor doin up late in the park?/
Wasnt he the dude on tv always promoting the law?/
I decide to investigate further/
Not wise I know/
But it beats goin home to watch my father hurt her/
I figure the police will be in his office at any minute/
So I have to hurry & figure out what business/
He was mixed in/
I hack his computer/
Look through his email & I think this one is from the shooter/
Its titled I know your secret/
& the body said how much will you pay if you desire to keep it?/
I click the video attached to the email/
What I see makes me wish I could read brail/
Heres the mayor layin on his stomach/
Man behind him pushin, thrustin/
Im appalled/
I thought he was a married man/
I guess it was a front, damn/
O shit, lights outside/
Gotta get out but I forward this to myself & then I hide/
In the shadows/
I walk at a brisk pace/
Out the corner of my eye I see this car with a driver in it whos sleeping/
Familiar/
Damn, its the same limo!/
I gotta disappear like foxy browns career so/
I run into the subway/
Duckin under the turnstile/
I hop on the tracks & run the next platforms distance is about a mile/
So I suck it up but not like the mayor yuck!/
I make it there, climb up on the platform/
Exit upstairs/
& Im face to face with the barrel as it flairs/
My parents are arguing still I bet they dont even care/
In spirit form I see the cops lookin on the computer/
They see the same email that corroborated the rumor/
Everybody thought the mayor was feminine/
But it was a joke, who knew he let men fill him in/
They traced the IP/
Of the man who blackmailed the mayor/
They went to his house then he lied to them sayin he had always been there/
But they smelled his hand/
Gunpowder so recent/
They rescind/ the cordial treatment & arrest him/
No one would ever think that the mayor was killed by the police chief/
So much for the law/
This is how it goes down in Finsbury Park/
~Rock
good story. well done.
tony mahoney made this beat?
huntedrasta 2 years ago
Thanks. Yeah he produced this one. He also produced my songs "The Broken Boy", "Shinkai", "Mystery Man" & many others!
RiGolettoMicFiend 2 years ago
Sick! Man, =o This so could guide me to strategizing my story writing skills, O.o Still havin a little problem with it and keeping it intresting,
JinKazuma36 2 years ago
Thanks a lot man, I'm glad you feel this could help you. Thanks for your comments on my other videos as well, keep it up I got much more! lol Watch my old one's too & you'll hear the difference in my flow.
RiGolettoMicFiend 2 years ago
WOW....of course this song is SICK...oh my gosh...love it...man this song is deep
Ateyaaa 2 years ago
Thanks Ateya!
RiGolettoMicFiend 2 years ago