Lyrics Fire Burning - Ghetts

Fire Burning

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