[Verse One] [Felipe Cuauhtil]:
Can't understand what this imbalance of the wealth about
32 year old and still fuckin' with a paper route
All because my bank account keeps collecting zeros
I'm broke in every currency from pesos to euros
"Get up in the morning"
Part time at the warehouse
Full time office job, home to turn the lights out
No money for the time out
Kids missin' dad
Job interview or rob the spot with a ski mask?
Call from the manager
"Mr. Jay?" "Yes" "You're hired
But first we wanna screen your blood, urine and saliva."
I'm a live wire, but none of that's stoppin' me
Pain in my stomach from not eatin' properly
All I wanna know man, when we see them paychecks?
It's baby girls birthday and I ain't bought the cake yet
Borrow money from the loan that I borrow for the bills
One disconnection notice away from gettin' ill
[Hook]:
"Get up in the morning"
Northside, southside, eastside, westside
"Slaving for bread sir"
"Get up in the morning"
Oakland, Houston, Kingston, ?
"So that every mouth can be fed"
"Get up in the morning"
Midwest, east coast, down south, west coast
"Slaving for bread sir"
"Get up in the morning"
A.R., D.R., P.R., we are
"So that every mouth can be fed"
[Verse Two] [St. Paul Slim]:
Thank God I'm alive
And I'm fresher than a motherfucker at 29 (29?)
I don't smoke weed homie, I don't sniff lines
I ain't speedin' through life dawg I'm takin' my time
I'm in the slow lane
Yep, still spit propane, light it up, money grow like Rogaine
Check out my B-Boy stance
I might rap free lance, that don't mean that I'm tryin' to rap for free man
Nope
I'm a hustler baby
Want me to play, you got a pay me, put it simple and plainly
I need gravy
Shit I'm tryin' to make up for slavery
And get some fly ghetto girls to pay for me
I beat rappers like Joe Jackson
I got two daughters at the crib, I got to keep it crackin'
Time, time for some action like B-Real
Amistad in this bitch, give us ?
[Trama]:
Hey hey, Trama the work horse
Work hoes, work for
Wear Force, Air Force, excessive force
Hood representative
Corporate executive
Intellectual, sexual, this is how I live
Ya not like, ya not like it
Them big bottom girls lovin' me up
Bwoy I can't fight it
You know Trama spit it how I live it
While most of y'all spit it for a gimmick
Quit it
Trama is the shiznit
And youse a nitwit
I got some advice for you, just a tidbit
A Milli, A Milli
Tram diggy flows silly
Tram Mello Anthony
Live at the ?
Half of me is all of you
All of you is not enough for her
That's why she's callin' me, yes sir
I'll leave her right with the hair over there
Retarded with the flow like blllaaaa
"So that every mouth can be fed"
"So that every mouth can be fed"
"So that every mouth can be fed"
"So that every mouth can be fed"
"Get up in the morning"
[Verse Four] [Toki Wright]:
I used to punch up on a clock in
Every other week there'd be a check up in my mail box
Hated every minute that I worked for these jerks
And they penny loafers, khakis and they button shirts
They had me extra bored
And every mornin' had me askin' for the ? on T.T.S. reports
Any stayin' here is too depressin'
Every second gotta worry 'bout somebody's stupid racial questions
Could have made enough to get a crib, earn a car
Or went crazy in the end and got a murder charge
I'm a peaceful man let's get it clear
But might have took it there if someone else had put their hands up in my hair
Cause if I put my foot up in their rear
Then I know I make it harder for the other brothers workin' here
I had to skate, I quit, I'm cool, the ice is delicate
But should've stayed another month and sued and won a settlement
[Hook]:
"Get up in the morning"
Northside, southside, eastside, westside
"Slaving for bread sir"
"Get up in the morning"
Oakland, Houston, Kingston, ?
"So that every mouth can be fed"
"Get up in the morning"
Midwest, east coast, down south, west coast
"Slaving for bread sir"
"Get up in the morning"
A.R., D.R., P.R., we are
"So that every mouth can be fed"
