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[Verse 1] Streetlights bleedin' on the wet concrete, another Tuesday night Rotorua grit still on my feet, reachin' for the light Bay of Plenty dust in my lungs, ain't no fancy view Just the hum of machines, the hard-won songs, and the brothers seein' it through From the green hills, now the steel sea, got my eyes on the prize This ain't no Taranaki hardcore dream, just sweat and honest tries Underneath the glow of the dockyard lamps, we swingin' the heavy steel Every lift a step, escapin' the traps, makin' a life that's real. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, the clock ticks slow, the air is thick with diesel smoke and salt spray But every single night, we pushin' through, hopin' for a brighter day Got my crew beside me, yeah, we bonded by the strain Prayin' for the sunrise, for that sweet, sweet payday rain. [Chorus] Late night grind, the port's our home, beneath the moon so pale We steerin' these titans, where the ocean roam, hopin' we don't fail From Rotorua Bay to this steel cascade, we climbin' outta the deep For all my bruthas, a future we made, secrets the harbor keep. [Verse 2] Got the controls in my hand, feelin' the weight, the perfect sway Like a surgeon with a giant band, guidin' cargo on its way Heard stories of the hustle, seen the struggle, felt the chill But we learnin' the craft, ain't no shuffle, just pure, unadulterated skill My man Kev, he dreams of his own shop, Maria's savin' for her kids We share the same vision, ain't no stop, shakin' off the earthly bids This ain't for the faint of heart, this is for the warriors bold Playin' our part, makin' a fresh start, a story yet untold. [Bridge] Almighty got all the bruthas in his sights, I know he sees the fight He see us reachin' for the heights, bathed in this artificial light Every turn, every hook, every inch we gain It's a silent, powerful book, washin' away the pain. [Chorus] Late night grind, the port's our home, beneath the moon so pale We steerin' these titans, where the ocean roam, hopin' we don't fail From Rotorua Bay to this steel cascade, we climbin' outta the deep For all my bruthas, a future we made, secrets the harbor keep. [Outro] Yeah, secrets the harbor keep... We gonna make it out... you feel me? From the Bay of Plenty, to the world stage. One lift at a time. Almighty got us. We makin' it. Uh huh. Late night grind.
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