Bambú - A Sunrise Before lyrics

[Intro: Bambu] Yah Man I gotta go What? I mean f** it I think I can do one more, one more But really gotta get up early and sh** [Verse 1 : Bambu] Uhh, god damnit holiday on the monday And I don't got the shift that got me stuck here till the midday When everybody already ready to get the chillin' Talkin' in all my children to make sure my women getting' it Lets get it on, later on We can eat at pop Hit the homie Roy soon as we pull in that parking lot [What up! You hungry?] I know I gotta get up supper early for my job But the guys said don't trip Bam' theres four hours till tomorrow It's the working for the weekend If you ain't got a weekend You should treat the hours in between work like the weekend Pull the family whip out [?] Estevan pull the pala' out Switches make it go up bu*tons make it go down Sanam Luang right there in holly-hood is open But hit the ATM it's cash only Only smoking from the back Street food I don't temple temple jumping in Before I go back home I gotta grab momma something cuz' [Hook] Party till the sun up [Power to the workers] I got work in the morning Work in the morning (x2) Tell the homies don't be mad [Power to the workers] And I got work in the morning Work in the morning (x2) And after, the after-hours [Power to the workers] I got work in the morning Work in the morning (x2) Good lord please forgive me [Power to the workers] I got work in the morning Work in the morning (x10) [Power to the workers (x3)] [Power to the working cla**] [Verse 2 : Bambu] Working late to pay the rent Might lead you to a early d**h I guess this why they call this thing a grave yard shift We, came to America to take that work Immigrants that were willing to dig hands in dirt Now the children are her' Out off east Willcher' Recording raps in the hotel cuz' one of the owners Of the restaurant is built upon an immigrant earn But I got work in a few, might have to shorten my verse While the pop across the city making plans with his mans Get to drinking later on, cuz' he got work you know what im sayin' Oh whatever type of VICE to get you good Me I like to break it down and roll on top of book This for all the dreamers The ones who don't complain The ones who struggled through it, wake up and do it again The ones who used to bang And do all type of things Grew up and got a family, different gang but the same [Hook] [Outro] Feel sick and tired of working like dogs To make some blood s**er fat When we take over with guns in our hands They'll know they can't treat us like that [Power to the workers, Power to the working cla** (x2)] Food price is rising the works all down Workers got together shot the city down They marched on the fake red bosses hang out And as they march the workers hang out [Power to the workers, Power to the working cla** (x2)]