Lyrics

I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though 'Cause 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 - excreting's 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 town 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 fucking 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!