Coffee Gone Cold

Intro — tool rhythm / beat-first] [Hammer strikes become the rhythm, boots on plywood, saw in the distance, deep 808 building underneath] [No spoken intro] [Chant Intro — work rhythm] Swing, strike line it up right Board by board I build my life Swing, strike hands stay steady Day ain’t easy but I came ready [Beat drops] [Verse 1] Sun ain’t high but the crew rolled in Coffee gone cold and the day begins Tool belt heavy with a mind full of noise But the beat kick in and I find my poise Chalk line snap like a wake-up call Old doubt talking but it sounds too small I got nails in the pouch got sweat on the brim Got a hard day waiting but I’m harder than him I don’t chase motivation I make contact Put the head to the nail and I swing that fact Every board that I lift every cut that I trust Turns a little more pain into sawdust I been out of square I been off my mark I been trying to frame peace out of broken parts Now the level in my hand got me thinking real clear A man can rebuild from right here [Pre-Chorus] Let the low end knock while the hammer comes down Let the whole site hear how a man gets found I ain’t just making walls I’m making room For the version of me that’s been coming through [Chorus] This that hammer music swing it to the beat Turn that weight into rhythm put that strength in your feet Hammer music jobsite thunder coming I swing that hammer to the beat of my becoming Board by board I get my shape back Nail by nail I put my name back Hammer music let the whole crew run it I swing that hammer to the beat of my becoming [Post-Chorus — chant / heavy bounce] Swing, strike breathe, build Hands stay moving mind stay still Swing, strike line, level I turn hard days into something better [Verse 2] Framing up walls but I’m framing me too Cutting off old thoughts that ain’t coming through I don’t need clean hands to hold clean truth I don’t need soft roads to make strong roots Saw blade screaming but my spirit don’t flinch Tape pulled tight with a pencil-line inch Measure what matters cut what don’t Old me called back but I won’t pick up the phone There’s a rhythm in labor that can quiet the static A prayer in the swing when the motion turns automatic A man learns plenty when the sun gets mean When the shirt sticks heavy and the boots don’t clean But I found something holy where the dust hangs thick Not church in the rafters just a beat that kicks And a crew full of men who don’t say too much But you can hear their whole life when the hammers touch [Pre-Chorus] Let the low end knock while the hammer comes down Let the whole site hear how a man gets found I ain’t just making walls I’m making room For the version of me that’s been coming through [Chorus] This that hammer music swing it to the beat Turn that weight into rhythm put that strength in your feet Hammer music jobsite thunder coming I swing that hammer to the beat of my becoming Board by board I get my shape back Nail by nail I put my name back Hammer music let the whole crew run it I swing that hammer to the beat of my becoming [Bridge — chant / stomp-clap build] Chalk line snap 808 crack Hard day front strong man back Plywood floor tool belt drag Sun on the neck dust on the rag Measure twice cut clean Speak less move mean Hands rough soul tuned Whole jobsite turned into a room [Breakdown — beat cuts low / hammer rhythm] Swing breathe Strike believe Lift set Build reset Swing breathe Strike believe A man ain’t lost when his hands still reach [Final Chorus — bigger / crew chant energy] This that hammer music swing it to the beat Turn that weight into rhythm put that strength in your feet Hammer music jobsite thunder coming I swing that hammer to the beat of my becoming Board by board I get my shape back Nail by nail I put my name back Hammer music let the whole crew run it I swing that hammer to the beat of my becoming [Outro — tool rhythm fades / 808 rides] Swing, strike line it up right Board by board I build my life Swing, strike hands stay steady Day ain’t easy but I came ready