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... --- Top of the city - Seeed