The Hustle Lyrics

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