On October 8th, 1963, though on tour, Cooke and associates of his entourage ended up arrested in Shreveport, Louisiana, for disturbing the peace once they made an effort to sign up at a white motel — an incident mirrored in the song’s third verse. And Cooke’s mourning for his 18-thirty day period-old son, Vincent, who drowned that June, reson

C. The trio’s Offset wrote the song’s hook, he advised Rolling Stone, when “I'd some minor cases happening with existence, family things happening, so I went downstairs to document. Often that’s the very best time to get music off — you may be mad, make some ridiculous shit.”“I sat down about the mattress with my keyboard in front of