I was gunna do a collab with Innovation with the concept of a story with one verse from a mugger's perspective and one from the victim, but we decided against it and do something else instead
Anyway here's my verse from that original plan (title makes no sense, fuck it)
Left the pub to go home, 'bout quarter to twelve
Was a mild night so I saunter as well
My brain - or the liquor - says "Go through the park
It's five minutes quicker, who cares if it's dark"
I might make it home for midnight - the end of Match Of The Day
So I take my phone for a light - fuck a match to lead the way!
I stroll into the park, feel slightly lightheaded
Must be the beer lark, well, right's where I'm leaded
By the lane in the park, think I hear a noise
Must be birds in the dark. I hear words - some boys?
There's a statue to my right, swings to my left
Hear footsteps, look forward, some-thing hits my chest
I fall backwards as the metal is removed from my body
A tall fat lad's there, grabs at my phone and my money
He takes them, runs off, no second small glance, just his knife
I hate him, lungs cough, he's wrecking my chance, of a life
I don't get the cycle - a life for a phone?
I think about my kids and wife back at home
I think "This is madness, it's crazy, it's wack"
Then I feel tired... mind goes hazy... then black.
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