Billy Killer - Jean Grae

Each morning my man goes downtown
Where everyone falls and he's lost
In an angry land he's a little man
9 A M eyeing him
My eyes widening
Feeling like it's Groundhog Day he gotta try again
Riptide tide with thoughts of retiring
Pride flies and he wired me some truth and inspirement
So I can't fail him
He gets the mail and he's off
Like a movie trailer with those long roads and it costs
I wish you could retain the way he's losing his patience
F**king transit travel constantly the fame motivation
Check cashing day knowing my face on the spot
The bank teller should embrace him when he talks in slots
And not a day of rest he walks twenty blocks
And brings me what the villain's got
A little money little presents I could kill 'em rock
But of course it's his job
And he can't understand why I worry so much
Because he's my man d**n
He's busting his a*s like figure skaters falling
Calling him
It's my drama he's falling in my momma she stalling him
He's running out the door and she's saying Go to the store and then
He's rushing out on no food
I feel him getting close to postal
Getting robbed by a n***a for ProTools
In Tennessee
I swear that n***a's dead I could picture the funeral B
Hollering like soon he'll be picking jewelry
I be like if I was you I'd be excluding me
He won't go he smokes though just to get by
They f**k up his high with phone calls
I swear to God I wish he'd snap
In the back
And flip the table over take his wallet kick his throat in
And leave the knife attached to a note smoking
Colin ran around for a month and n***as ain't calling
I hate him going to these meetings trying to explain
Why Jean is the next thing I fiend for the ending
I scream when he's leaving man I hate them
He doesn't write no more drawings he doesn't make them
Pause we the relation calls heeded forsaken
All Colin's creative Lord how does he make it
Naw I couldn't maybe cause Jean's not as good at
Bottling up feelings feeling all positive when I shouldn't
I'm going with him bringing some basement to it
In the a*s find a nice place to place my foot in
But he paces my footing tries to place the good in
Keeps the paper chase going no complaints
Why shouldn't I worry that what good am I
D**n I'll love the man 'til I die c'mon