Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Troy, artist - The Sugarhill Gang.
Date of issue: 15.09.1979
Song language: English
Troy |
The night is black, the streets are steamin' |
The air has cracked with the sound of screamin' |
Two gangs are out to even the score |
In the alley with the rats and burned-out store |
With the picks and chains, and a taste for pain |
Every man falls prey to the in vain |
But the leader called Blaze is still standing tall |
His shadow is big on a bloodied wall |
His face is etched with the light he chose |
And his sweat ran thick and drenched his clothes |
He rules the streets with an iron claw |
Everybody knows, that his word is law |
24/7 he felt deprived |
And every day was a new way to survive |
His dreams of getting out seem far away |
But he believed they’d still come true one day |
It’s always dark before the dawn |
But it’s gonna take guts to keep pushing on |
Might break your back, might make you cry |
But nothing beats a fail except a try, try, try… |
Another night, another fight |
And Blaze’s old man wanna argue till the daylight |
«Get out the gang, if you wanna grow old |
Or you’ll end up in a alley with a shotgun hole» |
And tears burn his daddy’s face |
As Blaze jumped up, stormed out of the place |
In the middle of the night, trying to clear his mind |
He walks into the city |
A car flies fast and a gun explodes |
And the leader called Blaze lies in the road |
With one last breath to end his years |
He raises up from the nightmare, sweating in fear |
He wants to laugh, but he aches to cry |
Because the dream seems real and he knows why |
With a big wet arm he wipes his face |
Just to be sure, jumps out the place |
The whole room’s dark, but the TV’s bright |
With the video’s rockin' on Friday night |
And on a TV screen, a breakdance is mean |
Two fellas, none o' them older than 17 |
They flip, spin, stop on a dime |
And make you wanna think about the Big Time |
«Well, I can break like that, there ain’t no doubt |
And this is gonna be my ticket out!» |
It’s always dark before the dawn |
But it’s gonna take guts to keep pushing on |
Might break your back, might make you cry |
But nothing beats a fail except a try, try, try… |
Blaze tried hard to become a breakdancer |
Just couldn’t cut it, so it couldn’t be the answer |
He’s thought about quittin', giving up all hope |
Going back to the streets, the guns and the dope |
But the thought grew hot, it turned his guts |
He tried to go back, «now I’ve got to be nuts» |
So he kept on pushing and didn’t look back |
It didn’t need a flick and bones would crack |
He was busting up chops, putting brothers to shame |
Because the best on the block would he became |
Then the big break came right on time, huh |
The first big step right out the crime |
A radio station with advertisement |
Breakdance competition with a fresh first prize |
So be on stage next Friday night |
With the gang, the glamor, and all the bright lights |
Played one strong, to prove he’s the best |
So we made him our special guest |
The stage was lit, showtime was here |
This was the moment he’d come to fear |
His heart started pumping like never before |
When the lights went down and the people roared |
He hit the stage, went to work |
And then the whole damn place just went berserk! |
It’s always dark before the dawn |
But it’s gonna take guts to keep pushing on |
Might break your back, might make you cry |
But nothing beats a fail except a try, try, try… |
Oh yeah. |
Whoo! |
Alright now, I want everybody in the house tonight (come on!) |
Everybody in the house tonight to put your hands together |
Come on, help me out now |
Yeah, that’s good, yeah, yeah |
Come on baby, get up girl, show your stuff |
Check it out, now. |
Whoo! |
Come on |
Yeah, come on now. |
Check it out, y’all |
Get this, huh! |
Get-get-get-get on up, y’all! |
And clap your hands, come on |
Get-get-get-get on up, y’all! |
And clap your hands |
To the beat, come on! |
Get-get-get-get on up, y’all! |
And clap your hands, ah baby |
Get-get-get-get on up, y’all! |
And clap your hands |
Don’t you know??? |
It’s always dark before the dawn |
But you gotta, keep-keep pushing on |
It’s always dark before the dawn |
But ya, but ya, but ya, but ya |
Gotta, keep-keep-keep-keep pushing on! |
Yeah, alright everybody. |
We love you! |
Good night everybody-body-body-body-body… |