Guide

Nation to nation
All the world must come together
Face the problems that we see
Then maybe somehow we can work it out
I asked my neighbor for a favor
She said, ‘Later’
What has come of all the people
Have we lost love of what it’s about

I have to find my peace
’Cause no one seems to let me be
False prophets cry of doom
What are the possibilities
I told my brother
There’ll be problem
Times and tears for fears
We must live each day
Like it’s the last

Chorus
Go with it, go with it
Jam
It ain’t too much stuff
(Jam)
It ain’t too much
It ain’t too much for me to jam
It ain’t
It ain’t too much stuff
(Jam)
It ain’t, don’t you
It ain’t too much for me

The world keeps changing
Rearranging minds and thoughts
Predictions fly of doom
The baby boom has come of age
We’ll work it out
I told my brothers
Don’t you ask me for no favors
I’m conditioned by the system
Don’t you talk to me
Don’t scream and shout

She prays to God, to Buddha
Then she sings a Talmud song
Confusions contradict the self
Do we know right from wrong
I just want you to recognize me in the temple
You can’t hurt me
I found peace within myself

Chorus x2

[Rap]
Jam, jam
Here comes the man, hot damn
The big boy stands
Movin’ up a hand
Makin’ funky tracks with my man
Michael Jackson
Smooth criminal
The man is Mike
So relaxed
Mingle mingle
Jingle in the jungle
Bum rushed the door
3 and 4’s in a bundle
Execute the plan
First I cooled like a fan
Got with Janet then with Guy
Now with Michael
’Cause it ain’t hard to

Chorus x 2

It ain’t too hard for me to jam (x 9)

Hoo
Ooh

Dad gone it

Chorus x 2

(Dad gone it
Dad gonna give it baby
Give it to me
Won’t you really give it baby
Gotta give it
You just want to baby)