LYRIC

In the City of Dreams all that shines isn't gold,
In the City of Reason all that shines isn't gold,
We go high on a mountain,
High on a mountain,
High on a mountain,
To find the Motherlode.

In the market place, how we're bought and sold,
In the market place, how we're bought and sold,
We go high on a mountain,
High on a mountain,
High on a mountain,
To find the Motherlode.

Here I stand in the Heart of the Nation.
Ha! Hey Hey!

Government got my money, Ju-Ju man got my soul,
Government got my money, Ju-Ju man got my soul,
I go high on a mountain,
High on a mountain,
High on a mountain,
To find the Motherlode.

And we're breaking up rocks for A new foundation,
Breaking up rocks for A new foundation,
Picking through the pieces in the heart of A nation
To find the cornerstone, hey now.

I wake up in the morning and I'm out of control,
I wake up in the morning and I'm out of control,
Send me high on a mountain,
Send me high on a mountain,
Send me high on a mountain,
To find the Motherlode.

And you can't take away what I made with my own hands,
You can't take away what I made with my own hands,
You can't take away what I made with my own hands.

Breaking up rocks for a new foundation,
Picking through the pieces at the Heart of a Nation, Yeh

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