Conflict
Resolution that's damn sure not a specialty
I wanna thank everyone for listening to
The album they just listened to
Please don't take out your life
Though it's kinda sad

I'm from the meth lab city of broken dreams
And cracked out dopamines
Where everybody's looking for an ocean scene
Where 'Pac and Biggie are
Passe cause back home
We speak in terms of Mac Dre and Fat Tone
I'm from a city where
There's actually people
That are bothered by the
Thought of homosexual marriage
The Bible Belt, friendly smiles
And Christian steeples
And names like Bobby Sue
Williams and Belinda Peoples
This town is so eerie when it snows
All the trees look like ghosts
Appearing from the road
The crows flew south of heaven
And found the elixir
The echo of silence whispers from
The mouth of the river
To say yeah the city could be great one day
But the first step is getting
Out of our own way
I've been to bigger cities
They produce bigger frowns
I'll die, right here, in this town

And I know
There's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know
I think I'm satisfied but it won't last
And I know
To lace my boots up and pick my path
I'll find another rainstorm to fill my glass

So quote my life as written by anonymous
Fuck it i think I'll keep the liquid
Courage and the broken promises
So if you're coming over bring
A bottle and a cup
There's a war going on outside
(and I don't give a fuck)
I could never win the fight for me
I could only minimize the details
Of my life story i was born, late July, 1981
Skip a bunch of bullshit until now
And then the story's done
But I'mma write the chapters
Later in my life in a nursing home with a
Sweet lady for a wife
Both of us in wheelchairs
We quietly hold hands
It's strange, but one day
I'm gonna be an old man
I hope to be happy on that day
Because I finally stood up and moved the
Hell out of my own way
I need to get the hell out of my own way
(note to self) and so do you

And I know
There's something beautiful within my grasp
And I know
I think I'm satisfied but it won't last
And I know
To lace my boots up and pick my path
I'll find another rainstorm to fill my glass

No no no no don't get your
Lighters out this isn't Bed Harper
Thank you Seven thank you Opus and
Thank you Kansas City good night

Bow motherfucker what!?