For you he's slain. 2K was not his thing But he worked three times just a brave, you were three diamond rings, but for you it wasn't enough, he turned broken, life turned, rough, from bad to worse.

Then they hold him off to jail, locked and rained and lonely soon.

Down his love he did his time, right there with you on his mind He was your state He was your slave.

Love took him to his grave for you.