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Rat Jacket

by Street Sects

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released October 6, 2017


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Track Name: Blacken the Other Eye

on another
waste of color
dead on arrival
one through the roof of the mouth

he went under this complicit sun
warm and free
same old problem… ‘insufficient funds”
will they always win

pain eraser
rainbow chaser
a rag in the tailpipe
nobody saw her again

she went under this complicit sun
almost free
tandem driver, pickup idling by
and the search began

we went nowhere
we took the safe way
and no one cared
windows bolted
wanting the same things;
an unending ride
a complete rewind
the ultimate payday
no one cares
nothing but paper now
we sold ourselves out

and you don’t like violence
but you like the respect it commands
and you don’t touch the hard stuff
at least not with your bare hands

all it takes is just one day out in the sun
and the flies begin to blacken both eyes
what about restitution?
a knife in the armpit
a bullet below the tongue

well if that’s where the line is
I will be still for both of us
no more worm in the apple
I will be sick for both of us
if it helps you remember
I will show you where it began
no more light in the window
nothing left but the memories
I will be there
Track Name: Total Immunity

Ran down
Every name
Every ghost
Everything I'd blown
Fighting the same old fears
If it buys me a year
or buys me an hour
It's just information
It's not like the sky will be torn down if I open my mouth
Yes i know we were friends then
But those friendships are dead
Chalk it up to time served
If you thought that the streets were immune to my reach
Count the names on my tongue
And if you thought that your past was a half empty glass
Mark my words it gets worse

throw your phone away
throw your gun away
keep your head down
I woke up today
Told them everything
you see, I sleep better outside

The floorboards groan
I know my fucking conscience cant be trusted
I am still protected
you can’t touch me
faces appear like fire
forming, then changing again
I’m alone
My chest hurts
you can’t touch me
everything I did, I owned
Track Name: Early Release

I’ve got your money right here
And I dug your hole right there
I won’t apologize
sent to collections, so what
drag me to court

I will wait for god
I’m keeping him on retainer

leaned on your luck (too long)
skated on grace (too long)
sucked on the tit (too long)
but nobody ever said no
well, look at you now
mouth full of promises
choking on every last word

cases are made from mistakes
lives have been lost in the wake of your
bad choices and poor judgment
no one here will miss you at all

I have paid for blood
the money is on the table

no hope
no deal
no prayer
no one can hear you now

Now I wait for the law
The sirens have long since faded

aching heart
hold on
for how long

I wasn’t fast enough
I was caught on the edge of the game
writing checks that my heart couldn’t pay
I was washed up

and then worst of all
I had left you to carry the weight
when you never intended to play
and yet you stood tall

well I won’t give you up
They can take all my money away
They can break every bone in my face
I will not talk

and I will work it off
I will pay every cent that I owe
I will finish this once and for all
I will make good

no hope
no deal
no prayer
no remorse
Track Name: In Prison, At Least I Had You

I might be doing alright
I might be breathing clean air
but I
can’t shake this feeling I have
that I’m
living another man’s life

holding the same position
still in the same condition
holding the same resentments
always the same
just further down

I was born wrong
I don’t worry much about it
born drunk
But I don’t mind

worn down
I fell in and out the system
turned out
but I don’t mind

even though I feel the pieces
life’s just a time frame
working on the art of free fall
suspension of loyalty
blade flashing, eight seconds
a life down a shower drain
weight dropping, forcefeeding
well it’s just a fucking jail

If I tell myself they’re wrong
Or if I tell myself I’ve earned it
It’s always the same dull throb
as if I’m somewhere else

And I feel the same way now
I heard you made it out
Innocent or not
Enjoy the long ride

at the wrong place
I got drunk and lost my temper
one taste
and I went down

rough break
I got pinched and caught the full stretch
but one day
I walked out

even though I’ve lost the pieces
life’s not a bad thing
working on the art of free fall
suspension of self respect
four thousand, bi monthly
my name off the pink slip
clean record, no zip code
their lives were a package deal

If I tell myself I’m home
If I close my eyes and focus
I almost hear your voice
over there
somewhere else

And I feel the same way now
I hope you make it out
Innocent or not
Enjoy the long ride

well if I’ve waited too long
I’ll find my own way out
there is nothing worse than selling out
for half your worth
you can run from Death but in the end you’ll beg her to
draw closer

Hey, I was dreaming of light
I was stretched on a bunk
I was almost there

Hey, I was dreaming of air
I was walking the yard
I was almost there

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