[Verse 1] Stitchin’ up the story, needle, thread, and pride, Momma’s hands steady, patchin’ up the side. Varsity’s heavy, but the love makes it light, Every emblem got a meaning, every color’s right. Late nights in the kitchen, fabric on the floor, Tales of battles fought and the streets we explore. Grimy corners, city lights, lessons writ in seams, This jacket’s more than cloth—it’s woven dreams. [Pre-Chorus] Threads tie the past to now, Every patch tells how— We rise, we fall, we stand, we fight, Mom’s work in every line tight. [Chorus] Patching up my jacket, armor for the day, Momma’s hands keep the scars from breaking away. Wear it like a story, worn but never torn, Streetwise and steady, reborn with every dawn. Patching up my jacket, armor for the day, Momma’s touch on every stitch, showing me the way. In these threads, I’m grounded, ready for the fight, Holdin’ on to home, carryin’ that light. [Verse 2] Walkin’ down the block, weight heavy on my back, Symbols of the struggle, never cuttin’ slack. Mom’s voice in my ear, soft but raw and real, “This jacket’s got your name, every patch is a seal.” From corner cyphers to classroom walls, We hustle, we grind, we answer calls. Streetwise and savvy, but heart’s in the seams, Mom’s patchwork love, fuelin’ all my dreams. [Pre-Chorus] Threads tie the past to now, Every patch tells how— We rise, we fall, we stand, we fight, Mom’s work in every line tight. [Chorus] Patching up my jacket, armor for the day, Momma’s hands keep the scars from breaking away. Wear it like a story, worn but never torn, Streetwise and steady, reborn with every dawn. Patching up my jacket, armor for the day, Momma’s touch on every stitch, showing me the way. In these threads, I’m grounded, ready for the fight, Holdin’ on to home, carryin’ that light. [Bridge] Every thread a testimony, Every patch a legacy— From gritty nights to morning sun, The story’s written, never done. Mom’s hands keep me grounded, In the storm, I’m surrounded. This jacket ain’t just cloth – It’s love that never stops. [Chorus] Patching up my jacket, armor for the day, Momma’s hands keep the scars from breaking away. Wear it like a story, worn but never torn, Streetwise and steady, reborn with every dawn. Patching up my jacket, armor for the day, Momma’s touch on every stitch, showing me the way. In these threads, I’m grounded, ready for the fight, Holdin’ on to home, carryin’ that light. [Outro] Momma’s patchwork love, yeah, it’s stitched in tight, Keeps me movin’ forward, fightin’ through the night. In this jacket’s story, I find my strength and grace— Carryin’ her heart, every time I face the race.