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Made a lot of enemies but more friends
Trying to figure out whats important
I know that family is gold when it all ends
City's broke down like an old engine
A silhouetted sky above an ocean
a Justin Roberts painting that I float in
I step into the water and it feels real
It ain't ideal but I deal
Take the van down to Tennessee in August
Just another fucker on a long list
Who don't want to live his life behind a dam desk
Sick of the authority and nonsense
I don't wana live life like it's over
The city gets colder and colder
The neighborhood's rough so I hold steel
It ain't ideal but I deal

Its been a hard days night in the east side
Gimme good green and some erie vibes
Can't catch enough sleep for me to feel inspired
As a lay amongst the cigarettes and broken vinyl
I can never find the draft from the window
I'm starting to look thinner than my bill fold
Tired of the music that got no soul
It ain’t ideal but I deal
Another hard loss for the home team
Sees another white suburban kid turn dope fiend
Sometimes its like were in the city of forgotten dreams
All the while technology replaces people
Its harder than it looks and the truth hurts
I still believe ya make it if you do work
I feel like I never learn unless I lose first
It ain't ideal but I deal

I'd rather be a punk than apostle
Even if it means I'll end up in the hospital
For saying what I mean, got no control
Sometimes its hard enough to just stay sober
When the future looks bright it can be blinding
Pray I can muster up the strength to do the right thing
The uncertainty and risk make it all real
It ain't ideal but I deal
With another new day comes a rebirth
I count 'em like the holes on my tee shirt
An opportunity to change and to see what works
Even when the world is upon your shoulders
The spirit thats inside me is hopeful
I try to see the glass like it's half full
The people put around me been so cool
It ain't ideal, its surreal

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