When you get your break, break out
When you get your break, break out
It's a waiting game even I had to wait
So when you get your break, break out
When you get your break, break out
When you get your break, break out
It's a waiting game even I had to wait
So when you get your break, break out

Someone has taken out the punk
From the back of his trunk
The kids have new toys
To make even louder noise
The claim for liberty
On a techno reality
With a well designed corporate identity
They won't deal with charity
There is nothing new you say
Except maybe for the way
The kids throw up their shit
Making instantly distributed hits
Well, mister back-stabbing wonder
Thinking like that you might get struck by the thunder
We might be out for fame
But you're not the audience we aim

When you get your break, break out
When you get your break, break out
It's a waiting game even I had to wait
So when you get your break, break out
When you get your break, break out
When you get your break, break out
It's a waiting game even I had to wait
So when you get your break, break out

So kiddo, carry the weight of an old punk
Just throw that fucker in the back of your trunk
Common, drive him crazy
Let him tell you that you're fucking lazy
Oh yeah, kiddo I'm talking to you
You should know that today you're reality is true
They call your tools toys, but your sound get through
So keep that faith going
You know you should do
They say it's been seen before
Of course, you're not the first kiddo acting hardcore
Common keep on throw up that shit
People with true heart will feel the hit
The backstabbers can all go under
Thinking only their time had wonders
Anyways, if you're out there for more than fame
You've found just the right aim
Just the right aim

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