The Hustle

My legs were made of wood

You kept the ground real warm

You kept my spirits up

When they were gone

But I'm a half made man

A shelter from the storm

You slow my heart rate down and shelter me from harm

I got that fire inside my soul down to my feet it keeps me going

All threw my town and down dirt roads I got that fire inside my soul

Forget your guns and your ammo

We need nails bring your hammers

Girl if you give up they'll crucify this town

Like a drum in the basement

When that bass and that snare hits

Girl if you give up they'll sanctify us now

I don't wanna build temples (you got to)

Like a preacher facing pulpit

Or a group of school kids laughing

In the face of every master clap your hands