You live in the city
You stay by yourself
You avoid all wickedness

Still some people they brand you yah
Just because you are rasta
You move to the country

You live in the hills
You avoid all company
When you check it them a use spying glass

They want to know all your business

You live in the city

You mind your own business
What you see you don't see
But some people they always see

They never mind their own business
You move to the country
You live in the hills

You think you're far from the wicked
When you check it in your spying glass
They want to know rasta business