Teena Marie - Irons In The Fire Lyrics
People say I've got my hands in too many thingsKeeping time with paupers just as well as kingsI toss my hat up to the silver skyAnd then I sighLook at all the blessings in my lifeHere I am your Piscean holocaustBorn in Venice Harlem with some sweet and sour sauceI close my eyes and still somehow I feelYou're here with meAnd you are such a blessing in my lifeHere I am, I'm just a fragment of my GodHeavenly father, hear meSometimes life gets so hardWith you as my desireSpirit's gonna build me higherI've got to keep my irons in the fireGot to keep my irons in the fire