"Though it initially sounds like a simple, funky dance vehicle, Jackson's
voice bites into each phrase with a desperation that urges us to look
deeper. He is singing as "false prophets cry of doom" and exhorts us to
"live each day like it's the last." The chorus declares that the
miseries of the world "ain't too much stuff" to stop us from jamming. To
Jackson, who insists that he comes truly alive only onstage, the
ability to "Jam" is the sole means to find "peace within myself," and
this hope rings more sincere than the childlike wishes found in the
ballads." - WIKIPEDIA
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 problems, times and tears for fears
But we must live each day like it's the last
Go with it, go with it
[Chorus]
Jam
It ain’t too much stuff
It ain’t too much
It ain’t too much for me to
Jam
It ain’t too much stuff
It ain’t, don't you
It ain’t too much for me to
Jam
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 brother don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you preach to me, don't scream and shout
She pray 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've found peace within myself
Go with it, go with it
it ain't too hard for me to jam