There's a fire starting in my heart. Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark. Finally I can see you crystal clear. Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your sheet bare. See how
tenement coming alive. Another working day I've gotta survive. Fighting the foreman from 8 30 till 5. To make a dollar so I can live. In the heart of Harlem. . I pitch and kick and. Get my feelings
