i told my baby not to wake me not even for a cup of tea who could it be now who could it be now who could it be now knocking on the rastaman s door i ve got to get myself away and find me a place where i ll be free city life is getting me down even when i sleep i m wearing a frown it couldn t be the landlord could it be my baby i told her not to wake me not even for a cup of tea i m in deep meditation trying to find myself don t need no provocation it s a minute after twelve now who dares to disturb my tranquility when i m meditating on the almighty  