Reggae Gets Big in a Small Town

I'm expending my last energy,

I feel good, though, cuz

I'm seldom seen.

A perfect picture

I found in a dream

I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream,

I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam.

I'm spitting, shitting - excretings tough.

I'm dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs

My drinks go down, they never come up.

I take the train, the verticals are much to rough

It's a shame that

I'm a powder puff.

I'm feeling good

I was told not to touch.

Reggae gets big in a small town.

What ever happened to the original sound.

Reggae gets big in a small town

I'll tell my friends

I'm leaving town.

When reggae gets big in a small town

I just want to split town.

When reggae gets big in a small towm

I just want to leave town.

I'm setting all my limits low so when

I reach for the sky

I'm up to my elbows, where eagles dare?

No, I'm ****ing with the crows,

I'm flapping my wings but they're lazy and slow.

I thought my cement was hardening but

I was standing in cookie dough.

I baked a dozen so

I'd have something to throw! (Bonnel)