Playing With Fire - Stereo MC's

You’re playin' with fire

You’re playin' with fire

You could be one in a million

Could be walking down the street, just like any civilian

You could be amphibian

But it still don’t mean that you ain’t gonna fall victim to the April showers

And the tombstone and the bouquet of old flowers

Powers above who be guiding

A madman at the wheel is the way we be riding down the line

Standing upon corner, selling two at the time

You really wanna shock it That’s when you make the exchange in you pocket

Lord, that’s the way it goes

That’s the way it is That’s the way it happens

Mister or miss

It’s a dog eat dog world

That’s the truth

Especially to the youth

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

(You're playing with fire) You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

You’ll end up on the funeral pyre and now you’ve lost your soul

And to all the youngsters, you’re a mystery role

Ya think ya running the show but you’re just being used like a dirty old hole

A model of travesty, ya falling thru gravity

Ya try to get a grip but you slip on your sanity

There’s nothing you can do when you realise it’s a picture of you

Is it something to reach to?

Being all boxed up Didn’t nobody teach you?

They’re gonna sell ya Feed you up and swell ya Like a fool in the frying pan

I ain’t a fortune teller

I’m just a realist, a catalyst

And if you get the gist, come closer, get it real crisp

It’s a dog eat dog world

That’s the truth

Especially to the youth,

(Ya playing with fire)

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

(You're cracked) You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

(You're playing with fire) You’re playing with fire

You’ll end up on the funeral pyre

And now we’re living in a cage

And if you ain’t got it made, it’s a struggle not to fade

It’s all part of the game but nobody comes clean or wanna name any names

The blame the neighbourhood for something so sad

Originated from a diplomatic bag

I see a face in an orange haze

It’s just a phase, a binge but I’d call it a craze

Behaviour patterns going sixes and sevens, see?

Heaven don’t exist but hell’s come to get thee

Mars bars, soda’s, chips all you touch

And that’s why you ain’t looking up too much

So come out of your nosedive

Stop the music or you’ll be dead as you arrive

So come out of the nosedive

Kill the sound or you’ll be dead as you arrive

(Ya playin' with fire) You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

(You're playing with fire) You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire

(You're cracked) You’re playing with fire

You’ll end up on the funeral pyre

Every second, every minute, every hour

You’re playing with fire

You’re playing with fire