Story Behind The Song
Wrong place - wrong time
| Song Length |
2:59 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Worried, Disturbed |
Subject |
Crime, Theft, Justice |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Come with me, let's take a ride,
I'm taking you down to the station.
Put your hands behind your back,
Let's go now, I don't want hesitation.
I'm just a witness, though I didn't see nothing,
Just heard a shot and a scream.
As I walked along the sidewalk,
Now you're telling me
I'm a person of interest (person of interest).
(chorus)
I'm a person of interest, caught in the light,
A name on a clipboard in the middle of the night.
I keep saying I'm honest, but it don't seem to land,
Feels like truth don't matter when you're cuffed by the hand.
I'm a person of interest, nothing more they can see--
Just a shadow they're chasing, but that shadow ain't me.
But what have I done? I'm just here,
I'm just a guy doing my best.
Trying to help, telling you what I saw--
"No, right now you're a person of interest."
They sit me down in a cold grey room,
Ask the same things again and again.
I swear I'm clean, I've got nothing to hide,
But they look at me like I'm guilty of sin.
My heart is racing but my story's straight,
I keep repeating every step I took.
Funny how fast you can lose your freedom
Just by being in the wrong place when they look.
Bridge (new)
Maybe the real one's out there running free,
While I'm stuck here proving who I'm supposed to be.
If justice is blind, then why's she staring at me?
I'm innocent, but innocence ain't no guarantee.
Chorus (new)
I'm a person of interest, caught in the light,
A name on a clipboard in the middle of the night.
I keep saying I'm honest, but it don't seem to land,
Feels like truth don't matter when you're cuffed by the hand.
I'm a person of interest, nothing more they can see--
Just a shadow they're chasing, but that shadow ain't me.
Hours pass slow as the walls close in,
But finally they sigh and say I can go.
No apology, no explanation--
Just "you're free to leave," like I didn't already know.
I step outside into the breaking dawn,
Still shaking from the weight of the night.
Being a person of interest leaves a mark on your mind--
Even when you're cleared, it never feels right.