From the 1980 Gordy album, “Irons In The Fire”


  1. People say I've got my hands in too many things
    Keeping time with paupers just as well as kings
    I toss my hat up to the silver sky
    And then I sigh
    Look at all the blessings in my life
    Here I am your Piscean holocaust
    Born in Venice, Harlem with some sweet and sour sauce

    I close my eyes and still somehow I feel
    You're here with me
    And you are such a blessing in my life
    Here I am, I'm just a fragment of my God
    Heavenly father, hear me

    Sometimes life gets so hard
    With you as my desire
    Spirit's gonna build me higher
    I've got to keep my irons in the fire
    Got to keep my irons in the fire


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