Fire Burning - Ghetts

I’m tired of working

Even when I smile I’m hurting

Is this what life’s about?

I don’t wanna die in search of

Finding out what really keeps the fire burning

My mother told me that Granny worked her whole life (paying off the mortgage)

Granny worked them cold nights (seething for her daughters)

With no man the slow grind had her slaving for the

Thought of her kids' kids (who else?), kids' kids

And this is what I witnessed as an infant

For instance, the hardest-working artist in England

Is anyone they classed as a juvenile delinquent (who am I?)

Son of Karen, grandson of Ruth

Imagine if my mother hadn’t met Lennox and had a yute

In fact, don’t imagine that, it’s with established you

It’s who?

And like you know hard work’s in my bloodline

But sometimes I ask my mum why she works two jobs

And works through lunchtime, and most the money’s gone

When the taxman comes by, well

(If this is what we’re living for

Then I don’t wanna live it all

How can money make me miserable?)

Can’t afford a car, let’s call it Lambo

Listening to Carter IV wishing I had mad dough

(Still I’m saying) God bless the people with a 9 to 5

Who still end up jobless to the people who define this life

It shouldn’t be stars, it should be commoners we idolise

For saying that a lot of stars were commoners like (I and I)

Ballers like (Ferdinand), boxers like (Iron Mike)

Singers like Adele, and every one of these feminist spitters have to pay homage

to (Dynamite)

But the question is when you get what you want, will you be satisfied?

Probably not, I bet you want the next thing that they advertise

Looking in the mirror to analyse the average guy

How can I be happy if I’m never content?

Well

(If this is what we’re living for

Then I don’t wanna live it all

How can money make me miserable?)

The fire burning

The fire burning

The fire burning

The fire burning

Finding out what really keeps the fire burning

Finding out what really keeps the fire burning