i got the tunes in my pocket in an old ass walkman walking to the beach with a bottle of black and tan keys in the velcro where it always should be times tickin` by but it doesn`t concern me i`m killin` time with nothing to do that`s all i seem to think about or do my soul is sound when i`m in my hometown no place i`d rather be
my town, my street gives me peace of mind that can`t be beat
i can sleep all night to the sound of the ocean wake up in the morning and i do it all again seven days a week i pay no attention i spend alot of time with my record collection
i heard the sound of a skateboard rolling down my backstreet reggae music coming from the neighbor across from me as time ticks by i never stop to ask, i never wonder why my soul is sound when i`m in my hometown no place i`d rather be
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