Stretchin the retrospective to a future perspective. Tracin a killers steps like an old school detective, askin the right questions not accepting the answers, dodgin the doorman, djs, bartenders and the dancers, markin the target, and documentin his patterns, payin off bookies and his frequent dive taverns. Smoke filled joints where only whiskey annoints. Yuppies aint allowed and junkies make points, by appointment. What is it he's avoidin, ex-wife or the knife, sad life you pick your poison. The coin flips, phone rings then on the move again. Everyday the same routine, none of this is new to him, til he feels me movin in, movin faster now, careful son your losin him. Roundin the corner to the store I saw him duck inside, Mirrors all around and I look into the subjects eyes...