Roots Manuva - Fighting For? lyrics
[Roots Manuva - Fighting For? lyrics]
Uuh uh, sometimes it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for uuh uh, sometimes
When it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for
Shoulda been coulda been ain’t
So why bother with no time to tolerate the
Constants of horridness
Dressed as a friend as nice as they come
Knives shall be plunged deep into the flesh
Of them that were happy to least expect it
Blood may well be thicker than water
But war will arrive with no word of warning
Angels of the morning, demons in the noon
Ever consumed by beating off the gloom
There in the moment, faced with the truth
Just ain’t gonna know what’s the
Right thing to do the life of the little
The life of the great deal
Life taking life, death making space for life
Vein fights of, vein flights of
Hands are tied, sick and damn tired
The cold truth makes room for the warm lies
Uuh uh, sometimes it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for uuh uh, sometimes
When it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for
Uuh uh, fighting for
Choosing the right battle
Recognising the foe
At the end of the road that
Leads to a road from
Out of the blows, no news is bad news
Accustomed to assume in the payments of dues
From right where you stand
That brings out the upper hand
Peace makes the man, but the ego runs riot
Step into the light
Remaining in the darkness
Fortune's lane pertaining to the heartless
It may seem like a viable option
Fire against fire is a strange concoction
Karmic justice will reign supreme
Routines in life cause a loss of belief
We’re regaining that, reframing that
New name for that, new lane to bat
Greater steps for all creed and kind
With movements of this Devine decide it’s
Uuh uh, sometimes (It’s those moments)
It feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for uuh uh, sometimes
(when we open our eyes and recognize)
When it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for
Wasting away fighting for uuh uh, sometimes
When it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for
Shoulda been coulda been ain’t
So why bother with no time to tolerate the
Constants of horridness
Dressed as a friend as nice as they come
Knives shall be plunged deep into the flesh
Of them that were happy to least expect it
Blood may well be thicker than water
But war will arrive with no word of warning
Angels of the morning, demons in the noon
Ever consumed by beating off the gloom
There in the moment, faced with the truth
Just ain’t gonna know what’s the
Right thing to do the life of the little
The life of the great deal
Life taking life, death making space for life
Vein fights of, vein flights of
Hands are tied, sick and damn tired
The cold truth makes room for the warm lies
Uuh uh, sometimes it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for uuh uh, sometimes
When it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for
Uuh uh, fighting for
Choosing the right battle
Recognising the foe
At the end of the road that
Leads to a road from
Out of the blows, no news is bad news
Accustomed to assume in the payments of dues
From right where you stand
That brings out the upper hand
Peace makes the man, but the ego runs riot
Step into the light
Remaining in the darkness
Fortune's lane pertaining to the heartless
It may seem like a viable option
Fire against fire is a strange concoction
Karmic justice will reign supreme
Routines in life cause a loss of belief
We’re regaining that, reframing that
New name for that, new lane to bat
Greater steps for all creed and kind
With movements of this Devine decide it’s
Uuh uh, sometimes (It’s those moments)
It feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for uuh uh, sometimes
(when we open our eyes and recognize)
When it feels like fighting for
Wasting away fighting for