Some people have a picture-perfect childhood with a house up on a hill
With a mom and dad to lean on when they need them and they know they always will
But some people have two step-dads they don't talk to by the time they turn 14
So they go looking for a family just to find out what a family really means
You don't get to choose your flesh and blood
How you were raised
Or where you're from
Sometimes the cards you dealt ain't fair
So you fold your hands to the man upstairs
When the weight he's putting on you's just too much
You can choose to let it break you down
Or fight to turn your life around
And find the strength inside to rise above
Sometimes you turn to Uncle Sam
To carve your way home
To carve your path in a pair of combat boots
With a band of brand new brothers
Holding imports for the old red, white and blue
Sometimes you're on a rooftop post
Where you see the world explode before your eyes
When you hear a voice cut through the darkness
Don't you waste it if you make it out alive
You don't get to choose your flesh and blood
How you were raised
Or where you're from
Sometimes the cards you dealt ain't fair
So you fold your hands to the man upstairs
When the weight he's putting on you's just too much
You can choose to let it break you down
Or fight to turn your life around
And find the strength inside to rise above
You don't get to choose your flesh and blood
How you were raised
Or where you're from
Sometimes the cards you dealt ain't fair
So you fold your hands to the man upstairs
When the weight he's putting on you's just too much
You can choose to let it break you down
Or fight to turn your life around
And find the strength inside to rise above
Find the strength inside to rise above
And find the strength inside to rise above