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"Barrie Craig Confidential Investigator" | Rap Song

Lyrics: Intro Static crackle, midnight hum, West Coast rain on a snare drum, Radio glow like a bad idea, L.A. listening—Barrie Craig here. Verse 1 I walk soft through hard-luck streets, Trench coat heavy with yesterday’s beats, Clients knock like they already lost, Hope on credit, truth at cost. Insurance claims and missing men, Names that bend, then bend again, She says “Barrie” like a prayer or plea, I hear the lie breathe before me. Hook Confidential—keep it sealed, Truth costs more than what’s revealed, In a town where the angels fall, I chase the echo of a payphone call. Verse 2 Dead men talk in the way they don’t breathe, A stairwell hums what the mouth won’t leave, Shotgun shadows on Venetian blinds, Every clue got teeth, every smile a knife. I tail a suit past a flickering sign, Neon preaching “Everything’s Fine,” He drinks like guilt, smokes like war, Leaves footprints in a barroom floor. Hook Confidential—off the books, Ink-stained hands, streetwise looks, You want justice? Take a number, wait— This city eats hope on a lunch date. Verse 3 There’s a widow with pearls and a practiced cry, A shaking hand, a spotless alibi, An heirloom watch that don’t tell time, Just circles back to the scene of the crime. Brother-in-law with a preacher grin, Says he found God, I found the sin, Paper trail curls like cigarette smoke, Every truth bends till something broke. Bridge Sirens harmonize with regret, I’ve seen enough to never forget, I don’t save the world, I keep it straight, One bad night at a time—checkmate. Verse 4 I get framed by a smiling face, Wake up sore in a borrowed place, Cops got questions, fists got weight, Truth gets thinner at the station gate. But lies collapse if you lean just right, They fold themselves in the morning light, By the time the sun learns how to rise, Another story learns how to die. Hook Confidential—black and blue, Every answer costs a piece of you, Promises rot, but the clock still calls, Another file climbs the office walls. Verse 5 Gunmetal dawn, case file closed, Another secret decomposed, She thanks me quiet, pays in cash, Leaves a ghost where her shadow passed. I light a match, the rain says “no,” That’s how this town teaches you to go, Tomorrow’s trouble already queued, Same cheap chair, same battered truth. Final Hook Confidential—blood and ink, Think too long, you start to sink, In the long night’s investigative sprawl, I’m Barrie Craig—still taking the call. Outro Click. Static fades. The city exhales. Same time tomorrow.