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 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!