That old feeling is haunting me

A dead monkey on my back
The ghost of Jones runnin' through my bones

He flirts with me sometimes

I try not to wink or laugh, but it can be hard with so many suitors
So many suitable for my choosing
On the corner and in the store
From friends and strangers and doctors 
Galore

I never really take 'em up
Not boy and not girl
I don't break my woman's heart, 
       her bank, 
           her back neither
I don't sniff glue or huff ether
Even me and Mary Jane goin' on a little break 

For direction
But also for the fear

A fear of the Specter

The Ghost of another no-good man
Using my body for his soul like this was J.D.'s Revenge

I fear to awaken a curse on my home
To draw white lines that summon a poltergeist
That'll suck my soul into the screen

Where I'll play out the past lives of my bloodline
Skippin' the good parts

A highlight reel of speedballs and marital rape
Some coke-fueled Saturn whippin' the children
That he abandoned long enough, they too big to be ate

Now, I ain't saying you use once or a dozen times
Then that's your fate

I'm just saying some of us are haunted

We feel the weight of the specter around our necks
Waiting for a broken heart or a bounced check
Waiting for boarding schools or the next Jim Crow
So that weary, washed up, weak
We're ready to check out when he comes with that pipe

And with a fume, a spike, a pill
To break some sacred seal
And loose a red Ghost
To fuck us
Up our ass and down our throats

There is a red Specter threatening my very self
She's a Jones in my bones
They're a bug in my brain
He's a patient cunning waiting to pilot my eye

And they ain't goin' nowhere

I can find peace
Beat temptation back
Discipline these levies
And stormproof my house

But there can always be too big a flood 

And by the time I'm off the shit
And remember how to choose brains over dick
I may not be me