Ah, but that green grass on the other side Is just an illusion We all have our own confusion Looking out at the people looking in Feeling good must be some kind of sin Looking in at the people looking out Feeling guilty, scared to move about Looking up

You know I'm always good for a good time I'm up for just about anything as long as it's almost legal I can fit in with any old crowd, long as there's a party, they're my kind of people So if you're down with painting the town, I'll be around all night I

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A They have everything for young men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what ever you feel Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man,

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing Watching some good friends Screaming 'Let me out' Pressure on people people on streets Under pressure Mm ba ba de Um bum ba de Um bu bu bum da de Pressure pushing down on me

This ain't nothin' but a heartbreak town Square people in a world that's round You take your number and you stand in line And they watch to see how high you're gonna climb Hugged your friends Kissed your mama goodbye Baby in your arms and a tear in your

Hmm, c'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that it's so good Oh, c'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh-so good, ba-ba-doo, doo day Every word, every sigh

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

Lord, dear Lord above, God almighty, God of love, please look down and see my people through. I believe that God put sun and moon up in the sky. I don't mind the gray skies 'cause they're just clouds passing by. Heaven is a goodness time. A brighter

People say I'm no good Write me off, oh yes they should Fuck 'em they're just sick in the head They're writing my history Think somebody should've asked me Everyone was safe in their beds I won't live, won't live like them

No woman, no cry Ev'rything's gonna be alright In a government yard in Trenchtown Ev'rything's gonna be alright well And I remember when we used to sit Oba, oba-serving the hypocrites As we would mingle with the good people we meet Good friends we have