Bake or Break

(Verse 1)
I don’t need a drink to feel the flame
Got fire in the oven, not in my veins
No smoke, no dope, just cinnamon rolls
I’m flipping flapjacks, feeding souls

(Pre-Chorus)
They party ‘til they drop — I rise my dough instead
You call it lame? I call it bread!

(Chorus)
Bake or break, I’m alive and awake
Sober hands knead what the heart can’t fake
In the kitchen, I fight with a spoon and a bowl
Mixing purpose, feeding my soul

(Verse 2)
Early morning, flour on my shirt
Crack an egg like I crack the hurt
No pills, no lies, no sugarcoat
Just punk rock pies and a moral note

(Pre-Chorus)
You call it square? I call it craft
Baked with pride, no chemical draft!

(Chorus)
Bake or break, I’m alive and awake
Sober hands knead what the heart can’t fake
In the kitchen, I fight with a spoon and a bowl
Mixing purpose, feeding my soul

(Bridge – shouted)
No poison in my cup!
No high, just rising up!
Clean life, sharp knife,
Cut the toxins from my life!

(Breakdown – gang vocals)
Whisk it! Knead it! Stir it loud!
Serve it hot and serve it proud!

(Chorus – final)
Bake or break, I’m alive and awake
Sober hands knead what the heart can’t fake
In the kitchen, I fight with a spoon and a bowl
Mixing purpose, feeding my soul

(Outro – shouted)
Straight edge chef – I live what I make!
You wanna taste truth? Then grab a plate!