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)