Coffee breath, steel toes, 6 A.M. faith,
Bible on the dash, just tryin’ to keep pace.
Got grease on my jeans, but I’m clean inside,
Prayin’ to a rhythm only work boots find.
Ain’t holy, I’m just holdin’ on,
Turned pain into peace, and I’m still not wrong.
I don’t quote no monks or chant in caves,
I find calm in the mess I paved.
Sweat like incense, dirt my robe,
Meditate under factory strobes.
Still thank God for the noise and grime,
‘Cause silence never taught me time.

Blue collar Buddha, I don’t break, I breathe,
Findin’ peace in the parts of me I leave.
Ain’t rich, but I’m full — that’s wealth, I swear,
Got heaven hidin’ in my workwear.
Blue collar Buddha, I bend, not bruise,
Turn heavy into holy, that’s the truth.
Ain’t found God, but I found groove,
That’s the same thing if you move how I move.

Lunch break sermon, skyline sage,
Still learn calm in a rusted cage.
Mantra in the hum of machines and tools,
Zen hit different when you break the rules.
I talk to angels in smoke and oil,
Find nirvana in the daily toil.
Ain’t perfect — but I’m patient as hell,
Got heaven in my hustle, if you couldn’t tell.
My temple’s built from unpaid time,
My choir’s just the sound of grind.
Peace don’t come in robes and sand,
It come when you shake a tired hand.

Blue collar Buddha, I don’t break, I breathe,
Findin’ peace in the parts of me I leave.
Ain’t rich, but I’m full — that’s wealth, I swear,
Got heaven hidin’ in my workwear.
Blue collar Buddha, I bend, not bruise,
Turn heavy into holy, that’s the truth.
Ain’t found God, but I found groove,
That’s the same thing if you move how I move.

No incense, no silence, no chantin’ in gold,
Just cracked knuckles, stories retold.
Still got sin in the lines I draw,
But that’s the balance I work for, y’all.
You can’t clean hands that build all day,
But you can wash your soul in the sweat that stay.

Yeah, I found calm in the chaos, truth in pain,
Still laugh when I lose, still grow in rain.
They say grace come soft — nah, mine loud,
With diesel fumes and a workin’ crowd.
If Buddha wore boots, he’d nod my way,
Say “Son, you earned your peace today.”
So I clock in, then I breathe it out,
That’s enlightenment, no doubt.

Blue collar Buddha, I don’t break, I breathe,
Findin’ peace in the parts of me I leave.
Ain’t rich, but I’m full — that’s wealth, I swear,
Got heaven hidin’ in my workwear.
Blue collar Buddha, I bend, not bruise,
Turn heavy into holy, that’s the truth.
Ain’t found God, but I found groove,
That’s the same thing if you move how I move.

Every nail I drive just sound like “Om.”