[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"