GOOD MAN

Rasta a mad boy, born on an island Four other siblings, part of a wind rush, move to a England He never knew sterling, trouble from early, grown in a London One bigger brother, one brother younger, two other sisters Just how the story there begins Not how the story always ends He grew, and he grew, and he grew and found his way up He walked through hell, but he never gave up They call him a good man They call him a good man They call him a good man Yeah Years of mourning, losing a mother, hate of a father Found by a calling, heart got a healing, found by a lover She was a lady, caught in a moment, lost to another He was a good man, found by a woman, meant for each other Just how the story there begins Not how the story always ends He grew, and he grew, and he grew and found his way up He walked through hell, but he never gave up They call him a good man They call him a good man They call him a good man In a world where war begins And where some money buys you friends Every now and every then Through the good and bad life makes a boy, a good man They call him a good man They call him a good man They call him a good man Just how the story there begins Not how the story always ends He grew, and he grew, and he grew and found his way up He walked through hell, but he never gave up They call him a good man They call him a good man They call him a good man They call him a good man