Jean Grae - Football Season Is Over Lyrics
By the time you read this I'll finally find my peaceAfter I finally find my piece that I hide under the sheetsThe beast is all on me, the beast and its army, breathing on meLeaning on me, keeping me feeling like I got a precinct on meTold me that I wasn't necessaryPreceded to scold me like I was in Secretary"Leave me alone" I pleaded, I'm on to Tommy and Larry"I'm feeding my people at home, please do not come near me"But I know the debtor, company's policy, honestlyTotally got the false sense of comraderySee I was adept at keeping my family from the scope of thingsWhen I was scoping things, when I was choking necksWhen I was stabbing necks and put them in acid baths and jetWhen I would rope them even in open views of bassinetsStole rings when I passed checksI opened things in vaults you couldn't imagine yetTop level employee, live in the foyerBecause I'm always called in for not doing it your wayAlways meeting Philip the divorcee in the hallwayDrinking up the coffee, yelled at for horseplayI'd always get the job done, with the cops - noneBut with the *****ing cop's gun if I have to, with the *****ing cap gunVince Vaughn in the backroom, but you'd actually catch oneWhen I'd pull the magnum from its back-strap, remember that one?Assassin number 1 when the factory startedWe called it the factory manufacturing action artistsCaught me when I was heartless for humanityHad started replacing missiles in the parked car batteriesInitially I was pleasing them in car parksAnd using the spare car parts to carve darts to use randomlyOn the common man, like the dude standing on the cornerA bomb with his hand in his goose with his familyHero became a villain, filling the blanks, I'm feelingI'm Hilary Banks on the evening of Trevor's deathLittle acclaim given, shitty disdain spilled inThe killings I rank better believe was nowhere leftSaid I was reckless, this was offensiveI did my best for them, more than a check listThe work got done, calendar filled with x'sLeft New York, worked at the headquarters in TexasGot a husband, home, babies, I'm making breakfastSending them to school with boxes of raisins and shit to professThis with labors of love and my babies hug me every morningBursting in my room with little construction paper drawingsLeft the house - to the buildingEvery day the double life brought fulfillmentElevated to the basement where I checked inTo the locker room to get fitted with weaponsEvery business trip I took relentlessEvery school play I had perfect attendanceHad a balance as much as my Hannibal character let meDexter would have envied the temper I kept in meThey crept at night, they checked the lightsThey broke the lock, they climbed the stairs, they left me just to fightThey took the only thing I ever cared in lifeSo now with nothing left, I want my chest alightGoodbye
