You live in the city You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeah Just because you are rasta You move to the country You live in the hills You evade all company When you check them in the new 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 weak When you check it in your spying glass They want to know rasta business Spying glass! Spying glass, yeah