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
Bars Of Gold - The Hustle Lyrics
Bars Of Gold - The Hustle Lyrics
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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
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