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