Almost Home - Hirie

People tell me all the time I’m foolish

Tell me that my way’s got a ways to go

Tell me that I’m holding back my progress

And think they have the answers to my soul

Tell me everything I do is wrong

They even tell me how to sing my songs

They mustn’t know that my life — well it is my own

I go down the road I choose to go

I was meant to go

People tell me all the time, «take it slow»

But I’m almost home

I’m almost home

Almost home, almost home

When they tell me all the time that reggae

Is nothing but a one-drop and bubble

Tell me that I’m awkward when I’m skanking

And think they have a dance above my own

They tell me everything I write is wrong

And they will never try to sing along

They mustn’t know that I am, well, I’m not alone

I go down the road I choose to go

I was meant to go

People tell me all the time, «take it slow»

But I’m almost home

I’m almost home

Almost home, almost home

Home — It’s where the heart is

I can’t stop it

Oh home, it’s where the heart is

And I won’t stop this

My home is where…

I go down the road I choose to go

I was meant to go

People tell me all the time, «take it slow»

But I’m almost home

I’m almost home

Almost home, almost home