Top of the city

I wanna live right on top of the city
far away from all the sound getting gritty
in a tower higher 400 feet
see nobody that I don't want to meet

I wanna live right on top of the people
straight away from all of dem dogs gona freak me
every step in a shit feel like a foot in a grave
I am not the one to fight the world like a brave

so, close the door and turn
around, let the city burn
so, leave the dirt behind (me)
in a house of a different kind

I wanna live right on top of the city
take me out of the damn concrete-ee
plant a tree on top of me roof
dance around it in a jammy reggae groove

I wanna hear no traffic in the morning
I say burn, city burn, I'm yearnin
I wanna live pon de tower watch the world from above
I am not the one to fight the world like a brave

so, close the door and turn
around, let the city burn
so, leave the dirt behind
in a house od a different kind

yeah yeah,
it's a brand new life and the air is good,
inviting all my friends on a party-roof
yeah yeah,
darling dry your eyes,
it can't hurt no more,
sit and watch the smoke rise it can only be sincere,
found a brand new love,
I can see for miles a hundred feet above the streets
yeah yeah yeah

we're leave all behind money pine...