White Boy Reggae

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»