Football Season Is Over - Jean Grae

By the time you read this I’ll finally find my peace

After I finally find my piece that I hide under the sheets

The beast is all on me, the beast and its army, breathing on me

Leaning on me, keeping me feeling like I got a precinct on me

Told me that I wasn’t necessary

Preceded 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, honestly

Totally got the false sense of camaraderie

See I was adept at keeping my family from the scope of things

When I was scoping things, when I was choking necks

When I was stabbing necks and put them in acid baths and jet

When I would rope them even in open views of bassinets

Stole rings when I passed checks

I opened things in vaults you couldn’t imagine yet

Top level employee, live in the foyer

Because I’m always called in for not doing it your way

Always meeting Philip the divorcee in the hallway

Drinking up the coffee, yelled at for horseplay

I’d always get the job done, with the cops — none

But with the fucking cop’s gun if I have to, with the fucking cap gun

Vince Vaughn in the backroom, but you’d actually catch one

When I’d pull the magnum from its back-strap, remember that one?

Assassin number 1 when the factory started

We called it the factory manufacturing action artists

Caught me when I was heartless for humanity

Had started replacing missiles in the parked car batteries

Initially I was pleasing them in car parks

And using the spare car parts to carve darts to use randomly

On the common man, like the dude standing on the corner

A bomb with his hand in his goose with his family

Hero became a villain, filling the blanks, I’m feeling

I’m Hilary Banks on the evening of Trevor’s death

Little acclaim given, shitty disdain spilled in

The killings I rank better believe was nowhere left

Said I was reckless, this was offensive

I did my best for them, more than a check list

The work got done, calendar filled with x’s

Left New York, worked at the headquarters in Texas

Got a husband, home, babies, I’m making breakfast

Sending them to school with boxes of raisins and shit to profess

This with labors of love and my babies hug me every morning

Bursting in my room with little construction paper drawings

Left the house — to the building

Every day the double life brought fulfillment

Elevated to the basement where I checked in

To the locker room to get fitted with weapons

Every business trip I took relentless

Every school play I had perfect attendance

Had a balance as much as my Hannibal character let me

Dexter would have envied the temper I kept in me

They crept at night, they checked the lights

They broke the lock, they climbed the stairs, they left me just to fight

They took the only thing I ever cared in life

So now with nothing left, I want my chest alight

Goodbye