Fighting For? - Roots Manuva

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

Should’a been could’a 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 lanes 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