White Boy Reggae - Bumpin Uglies

Just another suburban stereotype

I’ve got the love for the rhythms

And the Grooves to Spite

That I’m not from the islands

I’m the palest of white

I’m putting the reggae roots together

For the words that I write

But I can’t relate to a struggle that I’ve never seen

I can’t praise a god that I don’t believe in

You might think that i’ve been lying when it comes from the seems

But I’m not a fucking lion I’m a drunk with a dream

And I’m a million miles from everything

I thought I’d become

I’ve lost all my faith in the Lord above

And if I work real hard and keep my convictions

I could still fail and satisfy everyone’s predictions

So I drink to stay numb

But I sing to stay alive

Ain’t a shot big enough to keep me satisfied

No rhymes smart enough for me to save my pride

There’s a fire burning in me that I cannot deny

Yeah!!!

And no I ain’t preaching shit

All I want is to be able to make enough money with

Music to quit waiting tables

And my Blood runs cold

As I try to comprehend

The words we diefied that are creations of men

I’m just a hopeless romantic with the focus

I’m hopeless, writing love song after love song

And I hope that I can cope with

The truth of my reality

But It’s hard for me to swallow

The realest love I know

Is between my liver and a bottle

Decidedly rough I have confided enough

I am forever in possession of unrequited love

So I tether my confessions

To the words I supply

I would rather die alone then settle for a lie

Because I’m a dying breed

The extinction of a race

Separating heads from shoulders

So I can spite my face

Been coming around like a brother, a son

Do a skip from the mow that I’ve worn in the ground

With the walls closing in on my prophetic sin

I would like to explain but before we begin

If you’re waiting for me to fall

Take a seat and hold your breath

It’s almost last call

And I’m just one shot away from an early grave

I’ve been running at a pace I can’t maintain

There’s a demon living in me that’s controlling my brain

A Poison running through me that I’ll never contain

So I siphon it off with a mic and a pen

But the growth is exponential, it’s drawing me in

Acting inconsequentially I’m lost at the same

You call it White boy’s reggae

I call it «Sanity's End»