Friends In Real Life - Make it to Tomorrow (ft Julio IV) [Official Music Video]

A newly-unemployed office worker is drawn into a resistance movement against his former employer. Part two of a series. Part one here:    • Friends In Real Life - Johnson Road (Offic...   Music by Friends In Real Life, featuring Julio IV, from their upcoming album: https://friendsinreallife.bandcamp.com. This is a work of fiction (inspired by issues that effect the real world). None of the specific people, institutions or projects depicted exist, and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Videography by Anna Brody (https://www.annabrody.net). Editing/post-production by morgans brother (https://www.morgansbrother.com). Choreography by Garrett Larribas (https://www.creativeexpressionsfinear...). Featuring: deja finley Julio IV Lane Lane's Girlfriend Lauren Leora Mad Mindy morgans brother Patrick Schneeweis Skyler ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS I'm not the next Johnny Hobo I'm the last Johnny Moto And if you think you get it No, you fucking don't We were reading Don Quixote In the squat so long ago Playing what is to be done Until the sun was hanging low It almost got me back to that "Break a window, write a communique" shit But if that changed anything They'd legalize it They don't jail the rebels now They just let 'em go legit Paying taxes on the contraband Julio used to flip Back when I sold my food stamps Chasing for a hit Fifty cents on the dollar, shit Some things never switch We were all drowning then A lot of us didn't live So if I make it to tomorrow Put sixteen on the chip We could make it to tomorrow But I wouldn't bet on that We could make it to tomorrow Wonder if I should apologize Or make peace with my past Rest in peace to the many Who left this ride too fast We don't stop sometimes Always back on the grind Never wrote a proper will Never will find the time Not a stick in the mud I'm a shovel that's digging up bones And been looking for trouble Since I was a teenage communist Break-dancing with the devil in a pinch Somehow made it to this song After dying a thousand times Some folks even sang along As I stood on stage and cried Funny really, been a villain And a pretty poet too Been a fighter, been a quitter But I'll always speak my fucking truth Been a drug dealer, hustler Father figure, and a kid abused Still consider it win to live But oftentimes I lose We could make it to tomorrow But we'll never outrun our past We could make it to tomorrow We could make it to tomorrow But I wouldn't bet on that We could make it to tomorrow