Letra de Irons in the fire

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