.!.::! Gats and Jackets !::.!.
I see a familiar face from when I first learned how to mac it,
said he'd be right back, back ina month and hadda packet,
he couldn't getta grasp on the package up in the attic,
when addicts act up, it adds up, from gats to jackets.
I ain't mad no more n'nah I ain't sad no more,
runnin for the back door always scrappin for,
"this can not happen,"
cause damn yo, it's a trap to score,
while I'm grabbin the dough,
"ain't this what craps is for?"
But that's life,
I'm sure that there are pains that crack can cure,
and I might,
but there's light from the crack in the door,
late at night,
"I see" my Mother on her knees like she sees me in "the light",
please Lord, don't let her see me in the syph.
x-Chorus-x
We strap gats and jackets . . .
numb to good-byes,
it's never ever gonna get easy if,
We strap gats and jackets . . .
the Sun will rise,
word to the wise don't waste your time . . . . . .
for God to give you signs.
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