[Verse 1] The headlights of the Silverado cut the freezing dark, washing out the ruts along the Ferry road. We’ve hauled the heavy machinery of this life around, and we know exactly what it takes to bear the load. I’m not trading in cheap alloy promises today, the kind that turn to copper when the weather bites. I’ve seen how quickly fair-weather people oxidize, fading out into the static of the northern nights. [Chorus] I want the acid-tested truth of who we are. I want the bedrock when the topsoil washes out. I won't leave you standing in the shadow of the doubt. We don't need a polished script or a neon sign, just the steady, stubborn rhythm of the engine block. When the whole world is selling something temporary, I am choosing the anvil, the hammer, and the rock. (anvil, the hammer, and the rock) [Verse 2] That sidereal Sagittarius fire can burn so fierce, but even fire needs a hearth when the winter falls. When the transits drag the both of us across the coals, and the silence echoes loud inside the cabin walls, you don’t have to prove your stamina to me. You don’t have to force the light when it’s running low. I have seen the scrap and the wreckage of the year, and I know exactly where the deepest fractures go. [Chorus] I want the acid-tested truth of who we are. I want the bedrock when the topsoil washes out. I won't leave you standing in the shadow of the doubt. We don't need a polished script or a neon sign, just the steady, stubborn rhythm of the engine block. When the whole world is selling something temporary, I am choosing the anvil, the hammer, and the rock. (anvil, the hammer, and the rock) [Bridge] Melt down the fairy tales, pour them in the mold. Burn off the surface plating, let the dross run clear. A decade of this history wasn't built on luck, it was built by refusing to surrender to the fear. When the commercial weight presses down on the chest, when the buyout paperwork is signed in blood and ink, we don't sever the line and we don't break the hold, we pull each other backward from the very brink. [Chorus] I want the acid-tested truth of who we are. I want the bedrock when the topsoil washes out. I won't leave you standing in the shadow of the doubt. We don't need a polished script or a neon sign, just the steady, stubborn rhythm of the engine block. When the whole world is selling something temporary, I am choosing the anvil, the hammer, and the rock. (anvil, the hammer, and the rock) [Outro] Nothing but the raw yield. Stripped of the polish. The Book of Erikah and Joe. A high-grade bond. Unbroken in the crucible. Right here.
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