For the sack of yester-me, the monkey's on my back in mid-fly touchdown (..again..) breathing in particles of my own dead skin again in a (...brothel's...) lobby Particules from when i was still lurking in the shadow before we all hit the prison at first before i had drop the pen, i always talked about in midnight these raps nowadays i see my former heroes checking ... patrol in front of me and see old music friends playing baseball with themselves on MTV